Bukkake Social Club

I Shot Myself

2007-10-04T06:27:00.001-05:00

Welcome

2007-10-02T21:01:00.000-05:00

Welcome to the Bukkake Social Club.

These stories first appeared at my primary blog, One Life, Take Two, which is chock full of orgies, bukkake and the occasional romance. If you like what you read here, drop over there for more.

For information on our offline Bukkake Social Club, feel free to contact me at onelifetaketwo@gmail.com. Please include the following information:

Photos and age verification. You must be at least eighteen to correspond.

Why are you interested in our club?

If you are interested in joining, have you had experience along these lines?

Have you participated in circle jerks? Are you straight, bisexual, gay, or somewhere in there?

Please note that the club is gender inclusive, and experience is not neccessary. Feel free to leave comments here or on the posts below.

Happy reading.

Training of O

2007-10-02T20:39:00.001-05:00

Madison Young

Abby Winters

2007-08-24T08:20:00.000-05:00

Lucie

Zuzu's Petals

2007-08-22T20:28:00.001-05:00

Leah was my secret. I didn’t talk about her, or blog about her, or invite her to meet my friends at my orgies. We saw each other regularly, and I liked that it was just between us. We drank bourbon, we talked about smart things, we had brilliant sex. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged a word from me about any of it.

She seemed just as content with our discretion. In public, my bite marks were hidden underneath her clothes, the welts from my cane readily felt and easily disguised. In private, she never refused me any request and relished being told what to do.

Leah had a way of compartmentalizing to keep our relationship tidy, maintaining a cool reserve that didn’t interfere with our measured intimacy. She kept a few things at my place—ear plugs to block my snoring, a speculum that we kept forgetting to use—but she always traveled with her own toothbrush.

She knew about my blog, although we didn’t talk about it much. I wasn’t even sure she read it. She also knew about my orgies, but she didn’t ask to attend. I might have assumed she simply wasn’t interested had I not also known that she was, first and foremost, exceptionally well mannered. She would never pry or ask for an invitation to anything.

Being beautiful also worked in her favor. Life had taught her that any invitation she wanted was likely to come to her.

This dame was a class act. Just watching her hold a glass as she talked, resting it in the palm of one hand as she held it between the manicured fingers of the other, I inevitably thought of the word “poise.”

Her innate composure held the same intrigue for me as a house of cards holds for a cat. I was compelled to comprehend it even at the risk of scattering it to pieces.

One evening, I extended an invitation.

“Would you like,” I said, resting my bourbon glass on my knee, “to be my guest for the Bukkake Social Club?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Why, thank you for the charming invitation, but what is that?”

I explained. “Well, as you know, Leah, I host a few orgies each month. One of these is a mixed party of bisexual men and women. It’s very popular, and there are always new men who want to be invited. This puts me in a bind, as we want a good gender ratio. If I add a male, I like to add a female.”

“Naturally. You’re a good host.”

“I do my level best,” I smiled. “So this imbalance finds me in a quandary. I am left with a group of men who are all perfectly satisfactory—attractive, polite and bisexual, or at least bi-friendly—and nothing to do with them. So I was struck by the thought that perhaps I could start a new event for them. And thus was born the Bukkake Social Club.”

I sipped my bourbon. Leah waited, listening.

“The Bukkake Social Club meets every couple of weeks. At each session, I present a different female guest. The gentleman undress and I undress our guest. They then watch as our guest and I have sex. The gentlemen are not permitted to touch our guest, though they are invited to interact with one another if they choose. At the meeting’s end, the gentleman cum on our guest and then leave.” I took another sip. “And then, you know, we keep fucking.”

Leah laughed. “I’m in. How can I resist an opportunity to be the center of attention?”

“Cheers.” I raised my glass. “And can I tell you something funny about the Bukkake Social Club? I don’t impose a time limit, but a meeting has never once gone over forty-five minutes. One boy will announce that he’s going to cum, and once he does, it’s a chain reaction. They all cum.”

“That’s interesting,” she nodded. “Sort of a tribal male ritual?”

“That, or the porn effect,” I shrugged. “They all know their roles, having seen it often enough in bukkake porn. Either way, they are going to really enjoy making a mess of you.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Leah said, extending a leg to press her toes against my groin.

I put down my glass and extended a hand.

The next day, Leah emailed two pictures for me to forward to the gentlemen. One showed her body as she lay flat on crisp white sheets. The other was shot in a mirror, the camera obscuring her face but revealing her large breasts and slender waist.

The gentlemen responded with terrific enthusiasm.

On the evening the Bukkake Social Club next convened, Leah was late to leave work. Several of the gentlemen had already arrived when I opened the door for her. They stood as one when I introduced her to the room.

“Gentlemen, this is Leah. Leah, may I introduce Timothy, Bill, Jeremy, Max, Chris, Philip, Eric . . .”

Leah raised a hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll never remember names,” she said. “Unless I have to, and I’d rather not.”

The men laughed nervously. Although many of them had been members of the Bukkake Social Club for a while, the first moments of each session still felt awkward for some.

“Not at all,” I said. “Drink?”

“Yes, please.” Leah looked to the couch. One of the gentlemen moved aside to make room. “Thanks,” she said, sitting at the vacated space near one end.

Leah was chatting with the gentlemen when I returned with her vodka and seltzer. (I had learned that she couldn’t tolerate the quinine of tonic water, and so I kept seltzer for her.) She was a natural, I observed. She could manage any cocktail party with aplomb, even one such as this.

Typically, I preferred that the guest arrive before the gentlemen so that the two of us would have time to get in the right frame of mind. Now, that would just have to happen in a group setting. But it would need to happen reasonably soon, as some of the men needed to get home to dinner with their wives or girlfriends.

There was a knock at the door. “This fellow is late, but he’s lucky we’re off to a late start tonight,” I said, standing. I opened the door to find one of the new guys.

“Hey, Jefferson? Jacob, man. Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries, Jacob. We’re off to a late start.” I took his hand. “Come in, I’ll introduce you.”

He smiled. I closed the door behind him.

My mind flipped through its Rolodex of club applicants. Jacob was bisexual, right? I would need to look back into that. For in that moment at the door, I had catalogued his lips, his smile, and the way he said my name. I was beginning to assemble the necessary ingredients for a hearty crush.

I introduced Jacob to the room. Seating positions were adjusted and the late arrival sat next to the guest of honor.

“So you’re Leah?” he said, offering a hand. “I’m Jacob.” He chuckled as they shook hands. “Interesting way to meet, huh?”

“Oh yes, but how else do you meet the most interesting people?”

“I suppose so,” Jacob nodded. “So how do you know Jefferson?”

Leah looked at me. “Craig’s List, though that seems a long time ago. How do you know him?”

“Craig’s List, too, but kind of indirectly. I know someone who came to this bukkake thing and he told me I had to check it out. So I’m checking it out.”

“Oh right, Robby,” I recalled. “How’s he doing?”

“I guess he’s okay,” Jacob said. “He said hey, sorry he can’t make it.”

“Send him my regards.” Robby was a cute twink who tended to cling to the walls at our events. I pictured Jacob and him naked together, wondering if that’s how they knew one another.

I looked at Jacob. He was watching Leah’s face as she spoke to the other fellows. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back.

Leah looked to him, then to me. She seemed to compiling her own catalogue of observations.

“Hey, Leah, can I ask you a question?” Jacob said. “Do you work in midtown?”

Leah moved her glass to her palm. “Yes. Why?”

Jacob ran a hand through his hair. He asked if she worked in a particular building. She did. He asked if she worked for a particular company. She did.

“Yeah, well, so do I. I’ve seen you in the elevators. I thought that was you.”

I cringed. Leah was content with our discretion and now I had brought in a co-worker to watch us fuck.

The two passed a volley of company gossip. I watched the faces of the other gentlemen. This was unprecedented in our social club, and it threatened to upset our decorum. I needed to address this.

“Leah, sorry to interrupt,” I began. “But are you comfortable having Jacob here? I mean, if it’s a problem, we can just have him back another time when you won’t be our guest.”

Leah pushed her hair over a shoulder. “Oh no, I can totally have him fired.”

Jacob nodded. “It’s true, she can so fire my ass.”

The men laughed. “Well, if that is resolved,” I said, standing. “Then I would like to officially open this session of the Bukkake Social Club. Gentlemen?”

The gentlemen stood and began to remove their clothes. Jacob looked around and began to do the same. I remained clothed for now.

Leah sat back with her drink. “Hmm, I’m enjoying this.”

“All for you, pretty,” I smiled, waving a hand to the assembly.

A moment before, there had been a group of guys sitting around, chatting nervously. Now they were gone, replaced by virile bodies, handsome faces and cocks that were filling with anticipation. Leah slowly sipped her drink, letting her eyes take in the men who would soon be so intent on looking at her.

I watched Jacob’s body emerge from his clothes. He pulled off a black t-shirt to reveal a lean torso decorated by old-school tattoos that had no immediately discernable relationship to one another. A Star of David hung from his neck.

“A fellow Jew with tattoos,” Leah smiled approvingly. She raised a fist in the air. “Huzzah!”

“Oh yeah?” Jacob replied, unfastening his wide belt. “You too?” His pants lowered with the jangle of the chain that connected his wallet to a belt loop.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Leah said, lowering her eyes as she first saw Jacob’s thick cock.

I glanced at Jacob’s body, surreptitiously cataloguing. Certainly, there was nothing about his appearanced that would quell the threat of an incipient crush.

Physically, he was just little slighter than me. I imagined unzipping my skin and wrapping him in it; the fit would be just right.

Jacob looked around at the other nude men. He brought his palms together with a clap. “Okay,” he said, involuntarily.

“Gentlemen, I recommend that we adjourn to the bedroom.” I took Leah’s hand. “Shall we?”

“You lead, I follow,” she said.

When she stood, I turned her to face the men. I moved her hair to kiss the back of her neck, inhaling deeply. I took her arms behind her back and wrapped them in my right arm. I twirled her suddenly to face the other direction. “Actually,” I said, “Why don’t you lead?”

She stepped forward haltingly, unable to move beyond my restrictions on her body. I pressed myself against her back and turned her to enter the bedroom. The gentlemen followed, forming a semi-circle around the bed.

I released Leah and turned her. I lowered my lips to hers, knowing that my kisses pushed the boundaries of the intimacies she could accept. And yet I kissed her, before witnesses, to remind her that she was vulnerable in my hands.

My hands moved down her body. I pulled her top up and over her head. I kept my eyes on her as I spoke. “Gentlemen, let’s take a moment to revisit the club rules. You are welcome to watch and jerk off. If you want to touch another fellow, make sure it’s okay before you touch. You aren’t to touch Leah . . .”

“It’s okay above the waist,” Leah interjected.

“A fortunate revision, gentlemen.” I turned Leah to face the assembly. I unfastened her bra.

“Whoa,” Timothy said.

Leah smiled. “Before anyone asks: yes, they are real.”

My hands cupped her breasts from behind. “Hmmm, and spectacular.” I lowered my teeth to her shoulder.

“Unnnh,” Leah squirmed, closing her eyes. I pinched a nipple.

I stood back and reached around to unfasten her pants. She raised her legs to step from them. I kicked them aside. I ran my hands along her hips, fingering her thong panties, caressing her flat belly, watching over her shoulder as the men gazed at her body. No one was looking at me; I was merely the barker who showcased the main attraction.

I ran a cheek across Leah’s shoulders, a private gesture between us. Her breathing accelerated. My eyes were closed, savoring her scent and touch. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jacob looking at me. I closed my eyes again, smiling inwardly, growing hard in my clothes.

I slipped my hands into the strands of her thong. “Gentlemen, also please recall that you are not to cum in Leah’s face or in her mouth.” I crouched, lowering Leah’s panties as I sank. “That said, we want to give her a good soaking, so when you do cum, please be sure you cover her.” I stood, wrapping my arms around her. “May I suggest you consider her tits as your target?”

“Shit,” Eric said, stroking fast. He looked as if he were ready to explode.

I turned Leah to face me. I undressed and put my hands to her face. “It’s me,” I whispered. “And you.”

Leah nodded. I lead her to the bed and lay her back. I spread her thighs and ran a finger along her slit. “Wet,” I assessed. “Very nice.” I lowered my face to taste her, burrowing my nose into her smooth, soft pubis. She twisted, breathing fast. Her eyes were closed. I knew they would remain closed until I told her to open them.

The men pressed close. Eric knelt on the bed over her body. He raised a hand, but halted. “I can touch you?” he asked. Leah sucked a deep breath and nodded.

Eric’s hand shook slightly as he caressed a breast. Other hands joined his on her. I soon felt Leah quiver in my mouth. I flicked her clit steadily, prepared for her orgasm.

It came quietly as her body bucked, her soft high wail filling my ears. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Chris admired. He looked to another man. “God, she’s so hot.”

“Yes, isn’t she?” I agreed. I took a condom and tore the package. I pulled her to the bed’s edge. She moaned as I entered her. I stood with her legs against my chest, exposing her body to the eyes and hands of the gentlemen. This was a show; they wanted to see her, not mere watch my back humping over her. I had cast myself as a supporting actor.

Leah’s hands went back over her head. I recognized this as a sign of her surrender. Often, I pinned her back as I fucked her. “Jacob, do me a favor,” I asked. “Hold Leah’s arms back, please.”

“Sure.” Jacob dropped his cock and knelt on the bed behind Leah’s head. She crossed her forearms as he took him in his grip. She squirmed against his hold. Jacob held firm.

“Good boy. Thanks.” I pressed back on Leah’s thighs and fucked into her with deep, merciless thrusts. She responded by cumming again. As she came, I saw that she held Jacob’s cock in her confined hands.

As her wail subsided, I nodded at Jacob, gesturing that he should release her arms. He did, and her hands fell away from his cock. I leaned forward and took Leah’s jaw in my right hand. I roughly turned her to face me.

“Open your eyes, Leah.” She opened her eyes, nodding as best she could in my grip. “Come here, Jacob.” I turned my eyes to direct him to kneel at her side. I turned Leah’s face in his direction. “Take a look at Jacob. Isn’t he beautiful?”

She nodded.

“Look at his hair, his face, his body.” Leah’s eyes lowered. “Look at that cock. Don’t you want it?”

She nodded.

“Leah, we have a rule at the Bukkake Social Club. You don’t get to blow the boys. Do you understand that rule?”

She nodded. I could hear the men breathing heavily around me, but I kept my eyes on Leah. I shifted her face from my right hand to my left.

“But Leah,” I continued. “That rule does not apply to me.” I turned my face and took Jacob’s cock in my hand. My eyes locked on his as I took it in my mouth. He nodded as I swallowed him, shoving him in and out of my mouth.

I moved the fingers of my left hand into her mouth, pressing to the back of her tongue as I sucked Jacob’s cock. I pressed deeper into her cunt, keeping her full.

I knew her eyes were open, as I had instructed.

I pulled back and looked at her. I took Jacob’s cock in my hand and guided him a few steps to one side. I leaned over Leah and kissed her. I moved my face back slightly and once again took Jacob in my mouth. His cock brushed lightly over her lips as I sucked him.

Leah opened her mouth to taste him. I pulled her hair with my free hand. She yelped.

I dropped the cock from my mouth, drool running into her face. “You are such a slut, Leah.” I pulled out of her. “Turn over.”

Leah weakly turned on her front, then up on her knees. I lubed her ass and pushed into her. She groaned and fell forward slightly.

“No, Leah, you must remain upright.” I grabbed her shoulder and fucked into her hard. “Godammit, you are hopeless. Jacob, I’m sorry, but can you lend another hand?”

He came to my side. “What can I do?”

I slapped Leah’s ass. She sighed. “I give up. She’s a slut and there’s nothing to be done about it. Go shove your cock in her mouth, please.”

Jacob smiled. “Sure, Jefferson, anything you say.”

“Fucking hot,” Philip said.

Jacob positioned himself in front of Leah’s face, spreading his legs wide to accommodate her elbows. She lowered her mouth to his cock tentatively.

“No Leah, you wanted that cock, you take it.” I grabbed her hair and pushed her up and down Jacob’s shaft. He rested a hand on the back of her neck, so I could focus on her ass. I grabbed her hips and stood back to push into her hard and fast.

“Damn,” Chris said.

“Yeah, with this one, you have to be sure she feels it.” I spanked her, alternating buttocks as if galloping her onward. “How’s that cocksucking, Jacob?”

Jacob looked up, his hands on Leah’s temples. “Feels awesome,” he said, laughing.

“Hold ‘er steady, then, we’re taking ‘er home.” I was having a hell of a good time. I knew Leah had gone pretty far into herself, but we’d get her back in time. As for Jacob, he was a natural wingman.

After an eternity of fucking Leah’s ass at my top speed, I slowed up. “Whew, man, I’m exhausted,” I said, pulling out. “Jacob, drop the blowjob for a second.” I grabbed Leah’s hair and pulled her head back. Jacob retrieved his cock and scooted over the bed’s edge.

I grabbed Leah’s hips and flipped her over. “Get a condom, Jacob. I need a break, so you’re taking over.”

“You’re serious?” Jacob looked from me to Leah.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Seriously beat. Thanks for pitching in.” I tugged the condom from my cock and threw it on the floor. It landed with a thwack.

Jacob opened a condom as I leaned in to Leah’s ear. “You don’t mind if the cute boy fucks you a little bit, do you, Leah?”

She shook her head, eyes closed. “Good girl,” I whispered. I wrapped a forearm around Leah’s head as Jacob spread her legs. He leaned forward on his extended arms and began to jackhammer.

The gentlemen moved closer to watch. I intended to give my cock a break, but I could resist touching myself as he fucked her. Here were two gorgeous people who had just met, fucking in a circle of aroused naked men. And why?

Because I made it happen.

That realization filled me. If I had pockets at that moment, they might have been filled with Zuzu’s petals.

After a time, I checked the clock. We needed to wrap this up to keep on schedule.

“Okay, Jacob, I’m tapping you out.” I kissed Leah’s forehead and stood. “Let’s finish this.”

Jacob slowed his thrusts. “Oh, okay, you want me to stop?”

“Yes, but stay nearby,” I instructed, lubing a new condom. “Leah honey, stay with me.” She nodded, eyes closed, as I pushed into her. I stood with my knees apart and spread back her limber legs. “How’s that view, Eric?”

“Fuck man, that’s fucking hot.” Eric moved closer, tugging fast on his cock.

“You ready to soak her, man?” I asked, rocking back and forth in her.

“Yeah, you want me too?”

“Yeah, man, get it started.”

“Okay, man, I’ve going to pop.” Eric leaned over Leah’s breasts and beat himself furiously, “Shit, shit, shit,” he moaned, spraying Leah’s right breast and neck.

“Shit man, I going to cum,” Chris panted, pressing forward.

I smiled at Jacob. Like clockwork, I thought, as Chris unloaded on Leah’s ribcage.

Timothy and Jeremy were almost simultaneous. The others lined up to make their contributions. Bill kept us waiting for a bit as we offered encouragement.

“C’mon man, bust that nut,” Timothy said, his eyes on Bill’s cock.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cover her . . .” I realized this was the first thing Bill had said all night.

“Do it man, give that slut what she needs.”

Bill pressed his hips forward and grunted. His heavy drops splashed like petals landing in the puddle on Leah’s body.

“Fucking a’, dude,” Eric laughed. “That’s too damn hot.”

“Okay gentlemen, nicely done.” I pulled out and walked around to Leah’s face. I kissed her cheek. “You did very well, pretty. Now I’m going to clean you up. Don’t move.”

I left to retrieve a warm washcloth. The gentlemen tidied up with tissues. Jacob stood watching. He started to remove the condom still on his cock.

I looked up from washing Leah. “Hey, why don’t you fuck her, very gently? That would be nice.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, let’s treat her sweetly. She’s worked very hard.”

Jacob nodded and slowly entered her. Leah moaned softly, as if she now felt him for the first time.

Leah’s belly glistened with the sheen of emulsified semen. The gentlemen each took a moment to thank Leah.

She was alert now, eyes wide open. “Well, thank you, guys. That was really nice.”

“’Nice’ doesn’t begin to describe it,” Eric marveled. “You are smoking.”

“Thanks.” Leah smiled and turned her attention to Jacob. “I especially like this one.”

“Me too.” I put my arm on Jacob’s waist and kissed his neck. “You two take care; I’m going to show out the fellows.” I grabbed my clothes and went to join the men in the living room.

When I returned to the bedroom, Leah and Jacob were stretched out on the bed. They laughed as they talked.

I took off my shirt. “Did you notice the time? We broke the forty-five minute mark, but just barely.”

Jacob looked at the clock. “Are you serious? That wasn’t even an hour, huh?”

“Like clockwork,” Leah nodded.

“Yeah, like clockwork.” I pulled off my shorts. “So what do you think? You two want to break and have drinks, or should we just fuck some more?”

Leah looked to Jacob, then back to me. “Can’t you just make the decisions?”

“Yeah, whatever you want,” Jacob shrugged.

I smiled.

(Originally published at One Life, Take Two on August 22, 2007.)

Training of O

2007-08-22T20:28:00.000-05:00

Tawni Ryden

Shrimp, Cock, Tails

2006-05-17T22:07:00.000-05:00

This event was also blogged by Rose.

I was on a ladder in the kitchen when Rose opened the front door. I had left it unlocked for her. I could hear that she was flustered and struggling with bags.

I looked toward the kitchen door and the sound of her struggles. Then I returned to putting away groceries, pointedly ignoring her.

We were abiding by the rules.

Rose does not exist for me unless she is nude. She was currently clothed. Therefore, I was not obliged to notice her, much less to come to her assistance.

Hard as it was for a polite Southern boy, I had to refrain from helping her until she complied with the rules.

I bided my time, unpacking juice boxes and fruit snacks intended for the children’s school lunches.

Moments later, Rose came to the kitchen, wearing only a corset and holding a bottle of Maker’s Mark. Her hair was freshly colored. Her pussy was freshly shaved.

She pointed to me and raised an eyebrow.

“Why, thank you Rose,” I smiled, sorting cans on a shelf. “I’d love a drink.”

The rules are clear on this. Rose knows she is obliged to offer me a drink when we meet. She knows she is obliged to remain silent in my presence.

She pointed to her sternum and presented me with a note. I read her cursive request.

“Yes, Rose, you may also have a drink this evening.”

Rose opened a cabinet and took down two glasses, grateful for my generosity.

She handed me a bourbon as I like it—two cubes, three fingers. She had a similar glass in her hand.

“Cheers,” I said for both of us to the sound of tiny clinks. “To tonight.”

Rose winced before kicking back a deep slug.

She knew it would be a daunting night.

Recently, I had returned to my desk from a morning of meetings to find a flurry of unread emails.

Rose had written to say that my pal J was hitting on her pretty hard, and she liked it. She liked the blog I had encouraged him to start. Could I tell her more about him?

J had written to inquire about Rose. She seemed pretty hot in my blog, and in the blog I encouraged her to keep. Could I tell him more about her?

After noon, the emails had ceased. Rose and J were no longer available to write.

Rose had invited J over for quickie sex during his lunch break.

Within days, she had blogged about their encounter, and he had blogged about their encounter.

Mind you, no one had asked me if I approved of their sudden urge to fuck one another. I had not been asked to sign off on their torrid midday tryst.

Nor was I consulted about the reporting of it. I only learned the lurid details of their encounter when they appeared on their respective blogs.

I was entirely shut out of the process.

Now, for an ordinary dom, this would have been an inexcusable breach of protocol.

Another dom, a friend of mine, had moved in on my submissive. She had gone right along with it. Neither had paid any mind whatsoever to my vested interests.

If I were any other dom, there would have been hell to pay.

But, you see, I am not any other dom.

I know J. I accept that he is easily the Tri-State area’s most unrelenting pussy hound. If he detects the scent of spread legs, he is fast on the trail, unrelenting in his quest until those legs are spread over his omnivorous tongue.

It’s just how he is.

I also know Rose. Having seen her marriage through divorce and beaten her cancer into remission, my submissive’s goal is to indulge and revel in her life and her sexuality.

Understandably, as a survivor, she wants to live as fully as possible.

We share that understanding. It’s common to us both. It’s why we met, after all.

As I see it, I share in Rose’s newfound revelation that no matter how long one walks the earth, life is a limited sequence of numbered days, each with the potential to be made memorable and distinctive.

Rose faced down sorrow and she faced down mortality. On this side of life, she found someone glad to take part in the emancipation of her all-too-human, all-too-sensate flesh.

Yet while I am her dom, I do not own her sexuality, not do I seek to own it. I merely take part in it, learning as I go, coaching when appropriate, guiding as best I can.

If she wants to be a slut at this time in her life, then my goal is to help her to be the best damned slut she can be. My task as her dom is to provide her with opportunities while watching her back.

So when I learned after the fact that Rose had met J, my immediate concerns were simple. Was it safe? Was it fun? Is everyone okay?

It would have been childish to concern myself with punishing Rose as a “bad sub” for having sex without my permission, or to reprimand J for fucking “my sub” without approval.

That kind of nonsense we leave to those middlebrow doms who demand to be addressed as “sir,” disguising jealousy within power trips left over from too many rounds of Dungeons and Dragons.

Rose and J are grown ups. They fuck whomever they want.

Still, I had my part to play. I mean, if Rose was so all fired up about fucking my friends . . .

My phone rang, signaling a visitor in the lobby.

“Hey, welcome. Come in—take a right and you’ll see the elevator,” I hung up the phone and closed the kitchen cabinets. “Rose, someone is here.”

Rose looked up from her seat on the couch. She had been leaning back to rest, her back kept very erect by her corset.

I had helped her lace up, tight and secure.

She pulled forward from her hips and shoulders to adjust a tray of shrimp and cocktail sauce on the coffee table. She reset the cheese platter at a slightly jauntier angle.

She wondered if she had brought right hors d’ouevres as she downed another slug of bourbon.

There was a knock at the door.

“Rose?,” I called, folding the step ladder. “The door, please.”

Rose peered through the peephole, then opened the door.

“Hello . . . oh, hi there,” the arrival said, his eyes taking in the corseted butler. “I’m Robby.”

“Hello, Robby,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel as I walked from the kitchen. “That’s Rose. She can’t talk.”

Rose shrugged as she closed the door.

“Oh, right,” Robby nodded. “Hey, Jefferson, happy birthday. I brought you something.”

He handed me a black bag.

“Why aren’t you sweet?,” I smiled, reaching inside. “Why look Rose, it’s Jack Daniels! Robby, how did you know?”

“Who doesn’t know, man?,” he smiled.

I handed the bottle to Rose. “Come in, Robby. Would you like Rose to bring you a drink? We’re having bourbons.”

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

I turned. “Rose?”

She nodded and went into the kitchen.

“Robby,” I said, my voice low. “I would like to ask you to remove your clothes.”

“Now? Right here?”

“Well, no, I think you should undress in the bedroom, then come back here for your cocktail.”

Robby looked around. “Okay, sure. Is it all right if I leave on my underwear?”

I smiled. “Of course,” I smiled, patting his back. “Whatever makes you most comfortable. Use the first bedroom.”

“Cool, man, be right back.”

I watched as Robby walked down the hall. I could hear Rose in the kitchen, dropping cubes into a glass.

This was going to be a fine evening.

Rose had wondered what to offer me for my birthday week of wall-to-wall sex. Feeling contrite after her unauthorized date with J, she had wanted to make it something special. So she returned to an idea I had once floated for her.

She would serve cocktails and blowjobs to a few of my friends.

It would be her first experience with group sex.

I provided the boys. The appetizers were a touch of her own.

Rose returned with Robby’s drink. She turned her head, quizzical.

“He’s undressing in the bedroom,” I answered.

Ah, she mouthed.

“Cute, right?” I asked.

Her eyes lit as she nodded.

“Fuck yeah, he’s cute. He’s . . . ,” I began, stopping at the sound of Robby’s return.

He was stripped to burgundy cotton briefs.

“Hey,” he said, standing next to the couch. Rose held his drink in her palm as we looked at him. His lean body was smooth and soft on the eyes. His face looked even more youthful and pink with his blonde hair scruffed by the removal of his shirt.

“Here,” I motioned. “Have a seat. Rose has your drink.”

Rose leaned forward to serve Robby.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the glass. “You look hot in your . . . thing, there.”

Rose smiled, curtseying slightly.

“Yes, isn’t that a lovely corset?,” I agreed. “Rose is generally fully nude for me, but I don’t mind this accent at all.”

“It’s really hot,” Robby reasserted, sipping his bourbon.

I took a drink, and asked Robby about his day.

Rose stood by patiently as Robby and I talked. I offered him shrimp. She pushed the tray slightly closer to us.

“Good sauce, don’t you think?” I asked between bites.

“Yeah, spicy,” he nodded. “I like shrimp.”

“Me too,” I said, taking another. “They were Rose’s idea.” I gestured toward her with a pink shrimp doused in cocktail sauce.

I took a bite. “I’m sorry, I am so rude,” I chewed, covering my mouth. I waved the torn shrimp again. “May I offer you a blowjob? She really is very good.”

“Maybe in a minute, thanks,” Robby said, reaching for another shrimp. “I’m just pretty hungry. But please, go ahead, man.”

I dropped the remaining tidbit into my mouth. “You sure?” I asked. “Really, company first.”

“No, I’m cool,” Robby said, swallowing his morsel.

I looked up at Rose. I could tell she was nervous and excited. Perhaps I should let her take me first.

“I think we’ll designate this the ‘blowjob chair,’” I said, gesturing to my leather desk chair. I picked up my drink and stood, dropping a pillow on the floor near my desk. I lowered my pants to my ankles and sat in my new seat.

“Rose?,” I asked. “Would you mind sucking my cock, please?”

She smiled, almost laughing aloud.

Rose lowered herself to her knees on the pillow. She took my cock in her right hand and looked up at me. Happy birthday, she mouthed.

“You are too sweet, honey,” I grinned. “Thank you. Now suck my cock.”

Rose dropped her mouth to my cock and swallowed me up. I relaxed my back, sliding down in the chair. My cock grew into her mouth.

“Hmmmph,” I groaned. “That is just right.”

“Good shit, huh?” Robby asked, scratching his hair.

“Very good,” I nodded. I stroked Rose’s hair. “She can really suck cock.”

“Nice,” Robby nodded. His own cock was hard now, and he teased it through his shorts.

My phone rang.

“Excuse me,” I said, reaching for it. Rose looked up, slowing her blowjob. “Hello? Oh hey there—sure come on up.” I pressed the buzzer and looked at Robby. “Wouldn’t you know it? I get settled in for a nice blowjob and have to get up for company. Would you mind entertaining Rose while I get the door?”

Robby’s hand reached inside his briefs. “You sure, man? I hate to take your spot.”

“No, no, it’s cool.” I lifted Rose’s chin. “I need to get up for a moment, honey. Can you suck Robby now?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead, then swung a leg over her. “Robby, here you go,” I said, standing.

“Thanks, man.” He lowered himself into in my still-warm seat. He raised his ass to slide his underwear down his legs. His cock jumped forward. “Hey there,” he grinned, his eyes on Rose’s as she slurped him into her.

I pulled up my pants and arrived at the door just before the knock.

“Hey, sugar man,” I smiled.

“Hey, Jefferson, man,” Nate said, leaning to pull me into a hug. “How are you, man?”

“I’m fine, fine. So good to see you.” I kissed his lips.

“You too, man. It’s been too fucking long.” He stood back. “Here, man, I brought you something.” He held forward a black bag.

I took it and retrieved a bottle. “Wow, Jack Daniels! Who told you?”

“Who doesn’t know, man?” Nate laughed, patting my back. He lowered his bag. “So, am I the first one here?”

“No, actually, come in and meet people.” I rested the bottle on the bar. “Nate, this is Robby. Robby, Nate.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Nate crossed the room and took Robby’s hand in a soul brother shake.

“Nice to meet you too, man,” Nate nodded. “So, you are being treated well.”

“Yeah, man, she gives awesome head.”

“Nate, this is Rose,” I gestured.

Rose looked up and waved, her mouth filled with Robby.

“Don’t bother,” Nate laughed, petting her head and looking at me. “I can see you’re busy.”

“Hmm mmm,” Rose muttered, her eyebrows dancing.

“Actually, Rose, I hate to interrupt,” I said. “But Nate needs a drink. Do you mind, Robby?”

“No, it’s cool.” Rose dropped his cock in her haste to respond to my direction.

“You want bourbon, or . . . ,” I asked.

“Beer is fine. I can’t get too drunk,” Nate replied. “I have to go to a work party after this.”

“Beer for Nate, please,” I instructed Rose.

She nodded and stood, stepping quickly to the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m sorry, man,” Nate said to Robby. “Hate to mess with your fun.”

“No really, it’s cool,” Robby said, tugging his cock. “Fuck, Jefferson, you weren’t kidding. That is awesome head.”

“Glad you like,” I said. “There’s plenty more.”

“Yeah, but I should give someone else a turn.” Robby started to stand.

“No man, you sit,” Nate said, lowering his large hand to Robby’s shoulder. “I want to catch up with Jefferson anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah man, have fun.” Nate turned to me. “I can only stay for a while anyway, man. I don’t want to be too late to this other party, you know. But I didn’t want to miss this.”

“You are very sweet to stop by,” I smiled.

Rose returned with Nate’s beer. He took it, kissing her on the cheek in thanks. “You’ve got really nice tits, Rose,” he admired, tweaking a nipple as he sipped.

“Yes, she does,” I agreed. “But now Rose should return to task on Robby.”

Rose shrugged to Nate, raising a finger to suggest “one moment.” She lowered herself to her knees and took Robby into her mouth again. His sighs followed into her ears.

Nate watched for a moment. Robby flashed a thumb up.

“So Jefferson,” Nate said, patting my shoulder. “How the hell are you, man?” He took another sip.

“Same old same old,” I said. “Sit down and tell me how it’s going.”

Nate took off his leather jacket and sat. He told me about his new batch of paintings. We discussed Jackson Pollock’s enamel drips, which Nate was emulating in an experimental aside.

He had noticed how the surface buckles when the underlying paint is thick, as enamel dries so quickly.

I offered a comparison to a coveted effect in lithography.

We were off in our own world when Robby interrupted. “Man, someone else better sit in this chair, or I’m going to blow on her face.”

“Nate, please,” I said. “I am wrong to keep you talking about art. Enjoy some head before you have to leave.”

“Yeah, maybe I should,” Nate said. He put his beer on the coffee table and stepped around me to the chair. “Hey Rose,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “Thanks for doing this, man.”

Rose looked up and smiled.

“You enjoying this?,” Nate lowered his pants and underwear, then sat.

Rose nodded.

“She’s not permitted to speak, Nate,” I added. “I’m not sure if I mentioned that.”

“Oh, okay, that’s cool,” Nate nodded. He laughed. “Well, all right then, Rose, I guess we are done talking.”

Rose shrugged, suppressing a laugh. She took Nate’s cock in hand, stroking it to its full girth. When she had a nice hand full, she took it to the back of her throat.

Nate gripped the armrests and stiffened his back. “Whoa, man!”

“See what I’m talking about?” Robby said.

“She really is good at this,” I agreed. “More shrimp, Robby?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Robby ran a piece through the sauce and took it into his teeth. As he chewed, he ran his fingers down Rose’s back to caress her ass. He felt her pussy. “Fuck, man, she’s really wet.”

“Of course she’s wet,” I said, washing back shrimp with bourbon. “This is pretty fucking hot.”

Robby looked over at me, his eyes going down my body. He put a hand on my thigh.

I required no further prompt. I stood and lowered my pants. I tugged my shirt over my head and sat, nude and closer than before.

I was rock hard.

Robby pinched the head of my cock, pulling his own from his underwear.

He jerked us both, his eyes moving from my cock to the sight of Rose blowing Nate. Nate watched his cock vanish into Rose’s mouth, stealing glances at the boys on the couch.

My eyes were drawn to Robby. I liked to see him getting into this zone of arousal. Desire brought a lascivious turn to his baby face, and made his large cock all the more enormous by contrast to his slender body.

I leaned over to blow him. I took him wet and deep, tracing my fingers lightly on his lean, smooth belly. It was only a taste, really, of what I could offer. Mine was not the blowjob du jour.

As I blew him, he fingered Rose to orgasm.

She never even looked back to see which of us was toying with her clit.

I sat back up and tousled his hair. We smiled at one another, then returned our eyes to Rose, stroking hard.

She was bobbing fast and rhythmically. I could tell she was well into a sense of submission.

“You need another drink, Robby?,” I offered.

“I could use a topper, I guess.”

“Rose, another round for the boys, please.”

Rose look up at Nate and stood immediately, allowing Nate’s cock to drop. She collected the glasses and retreated to the kitchen.

“Man,” Nate sighed, watching her depart.

“Sweet, huh?,” I said. I enjoyed this moment, the boys nude and stroking, Rose content in her service. We shared a male camaraderie that sent her into submissive bliss.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck her?.” Roby asked me. “She seems pretty turned on.”

“Well, the parameters for this evening are clear on that point,” I said.

“Too bad,” Nate said. “I’d love to fuck her. She’s so sweet.”

I had told Rose that she was to serve the boys drinks and blowjobs. When she got them off, I would send them away and reward her with orgasms and a beating.

It is not advised to change the rules once a scene is underway.

But then again, Rose was very turned on. This was her first time with group sex, so maybe it was a good idea to check in with her.

She might enjoy a taste of gangbangs to come.

Rose returned with the drinks, setting them on the coffee table.

“Rose, the boys and I were just talking,” I said. “And if you like, we can change the rules a bit. If you like, I can allow the boys to fuck you. You are doing a fine job; of course, if you prefer not, that is also fine . . .”

I didn’t have to finish the thought. Rose was smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

“Well then, that settles that. Rose has given her assent, gentleman. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

We stood. I indicated that Rose should go ahead. We followed close.

“Robby, why don’t you lay back on the bed?,” I suggested. “That will give Rose some cock to suck as I beat her.”

“Cool,” Robby said, reclining back on his elbows.

Rose crawled forward to take his cock as I retrieved the arsenal of whips, spankers and floggers. To these, Rose had added a new birthday surprise—a braided leather cat o’nine tails.

“Damn, man, I may need to bend over the bed myself,” Nate joked, holding a bear bottle as he bobbed back and forth.

“Maybe we’ll find time to beat you before you head off to your party, sweet man,” I smiled.

I smacked Rose’s bare ass with my palm. I slapped fast and light, bringing a pink hue to her flesh.

She moaned into Robby’s cock.

“Let’s fill you up for this spanking,” I offered. I slipped a condom over a mid-sized butt plug, lubed her hole, and fed it slowly to her ass.

She moaned again.

I took up the small whip. It came down on her in swift flurries.

Nate sat to watch as I progressed through the whip to a crop. “Jefferson, man, where did you learn that shit?”

“I’ve been practicing,” I said, leaning over Rose’s back in an embrace. “Isn’t that right, Rose?”

“Mmmph,” she nodded.

Robby watched. This beating was novel to him.

“Now, I want to try out that new cat,” I said, returning my crop to the arsenal. I held the handle, tossing it between my two hands. “This has a great weight.”

I whisked it through the air. “Hmmm, sounds good, too.”

I brought it down on Rose’s shoulder. It landed in cascading slaps.

She flinched.

“Sweet, man,” Nate smiled.

“Yeah, I like this,” I said, changing positions. I let it fly to Rose’s ass, using very little force. Red welts came quickly to the surface.

I could see that Rose was lost in her sensations.

I gave her a sound beating.

I commanded her to fuck Robby.

She heard me, sitting back on her haunches. Nate opened a drawer and tossed a condom to Robby.

“Thanks, man.” He slipped it down his thick shaft. Rose lowered herself to it. Robby could feel the pressure of the butt plug still in her against his cock. His hands felt the warmth of blood rushing to the flesh of her ass.

I sat in Nate’s lap, my arms around his neck, watching as Rose rode my friend’s cock.

We shortly lost all track of time.

The boys and I tossed Rose between us, fucking her by turns, keeping her flesh tingly and her holes full.

As Nate massaged her g spot with his large fingers, I taught Robby how to deliver hot wax to her skin.

Rose was ecstatic and numb in her submission.

She barely knew what was happening as Nate fucked her to her first ejaculation.

“I . . . didn’t know I could . . . squirt,” she breathed.

“You didn’t know you could cum from fucking until recently,” I reminded her. “We’re making progress!”

I sat sipping my bourbon, reveling in the boys’ energy and Rose’s transcendent state, when I heard a knock at the door.

I looked at the clock.

“Oh dear, I think we went over time,” I said. “The orgy guests are starting to arrive.”

First published at One Life, Take Two on April 29, 2006.

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Call to Order

2006-05-08T05:34:00.000-05:00

It came about quite by chance.

Readers of my primary blog, One Life, Take Two, know that I enjoy hosting group sex events for my bisexual and bi-friendly cohorts.

We’ve been getting together every two weeks for over two years by this point, with a flexible roster and an unwavering commitment to easy-going naked fun.

Along the way, many of us developed as exhibitionists or voyeurs. There are always those who enjoy being among the first to strip and jump in the pile of bodies, and others who are more naturally inclined to watch first and join later.

I noticed this inclination.

I also noticed that many of the women at our parties were quite content to be the center of attention from time to time. In fact, many thrived on it.

Now, there is never a shortage of men eager to join our orgy band. They may be bisexual, single or in relationships, straight but bi-curious, gay but having sex with women, or what have you. Every now and then, we invite a new man to join the gang.

However, by and large, this expansive list of applicants lay dormant.

I thought that was a shame.

So I put forward a new group—a social club, really. From the applicants to our orgy gatherings, I culled a short list of attractive men, all bisexual or bi-friendly, and invited them to join the new club.

At biweekly forums held on weekday evenings, a select number of the club’s gentlemen convene to chat and unwind. Each session is also attended by a single female guest.

At a given moment, the men undress. I undress the evening’s guest and present her to the assembly.

They are invited to admire her with their eyes and words. They are not permitted to touch her.

She and I then make love as the gentlemen watch.

The gentlemen masturbate as they watch us. Some touch one another. Some prefer to watch untouched.

In time, a stalwart gentleman will come forward to shower our guest with his orgasm. The other gentlemen follow suite in turn.

The gentlemen clean up and dress, shaking hands and patting backs as they depart.

Our guest and I remain to continue our lovemaking, still covered in the souvenirs of our soiree.

This blog relates tales from our bukkake social club, charting its development and ongoing history. The stories are true, as are all those at its parent blog One Life, Take Two, where many of these posts first appeared.

Please enjoy and let us know what you think.

If you are interested in learning more about our bukkake social club, please contact us at onelifetaketwo@gmail.com.

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