"Redhead Bunny Girl Bukkake"
by J.D. Savanyu
June 10
th
, 2013
I'm hanging out at the Playboy Club in Vegas, on the fifty-second floor of the Palms Casino Resort, with nine other male porn stars. Sipping cocktails in the VIP room and checking out a dozen twenty-something bunnies. Our waitress is a redhead bombshell in a red bodysuit with a fluffy white tail on her big tight ass. Her name is Destiny, and she's even hotter than Sally Strapper, my redhead fiancé back in L.A. Destiny is a big fan of my "cinematic oeuvre," especially
How I Spanked Your Mother.
I order a vodka hurricane from her, and so does everyone else, because it's fun to say "vodka hurricane." She hops over to a fully-loaded liquor bar in front of a wall with 10,000 diamond-shaped crystals forming a giant Playboy bunny logo. Meanwhile, Lucy the brunette bunny wiggles about onstage in a blue bodysuit while karaoke-singing "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke. The worst hit song of the year (and the millennium.) Picturing her naked in a transparent plastic dress makes it somewhat bearable.
"Destiny is a hot fucking redhead," I say to the guys.
"I wanna shoot a big load on that freckled face," replies Erik Everhard.
"Me too."
"Shit, bro, we all wanna gangbang that ginger ass," adds Steven St. Croix. "Would Sally approve of that?"
"She's letting me fuck whoever I want on this trip," I reply. "A three-day balls-deep bachelor party. But right after we get married, she's gonna slam those prison gates."
"Poor baby, Mister Biggs," Mister Pete says mockingly.
Destiny returns with our drinks, and I give her the eye.
"Is Destiny your real name, honey?" I ask.
"It sure is, Blake Biggs. I'm Destiny Azure."
"Holy shit!" James Deen exclaims from across the table. "A name like that would give you a big head start in porn."
"Oh
you,
" Destiny giggles.
"Seriously, girl, you got the right look to win an AVN award, right here in Vegas," I say.
"Thank you, sweetie." She tosses her bright copper hair and adjusts her white bunny ears.
"Maybe you should audition for Playboy TV," Tommy Pistol suggests.
"Maybe I will. I'll go up to Hugh Hefner, and I'll be like,
pretty please..."
"Fuck Hugh Hefner," I interject. "Why don't you cut out the middleman, and make some porn with us tonight?"
"Seriously?
All
of you?"
"Sure, baby. Let's have a party in my penthouse suite, and get it all on my camcorder."
"Okay! That sounds really crazy, and fun. Crazy-fun."
"When does your shift end?"
"Eleven o'clock."
"Meet us in room 5209 at 11:10."
She writes that info on the back of her order pad.
"I'll be there with bells on!" she beams.
"Fuck the bells," Evan Stone grunts. "Wear that same bunny costume, and don't be late."
"I sure won't, Mister Stone."
Destiny shuffles over to another table, and the night drags on. We shoot some craps at a table with the iconic bunny logo and an Asian dealer named Jade in a pink bunny suit. I win a thousand bucks, but the other guys lose at least a hundred each. Then we play some pinball on Playboy-themed machines, aiming the silver ball toward plastic rabbit humanoids. Then we go to my spacious suite down the hall on the fifty-second floor, with a great view of the Vegas skyline. Passing the time awkwardly on the fancy velvet furniture, eager to get this ginger gangbang started. Ten straight white guys watching
Orange Is the New Black.
At 11:20, someone knocks on the door. I rush over and open it without looking through the peephole first (a really bad idea in the heart of Sin City.) Destiny is still wearing that red bunny costume with stiletto heels, with white cufflinks around her wrists and a black bowtie around her neck, but she looks even better without all those other bunnies hopping around. The "cheerleader effect" from
How I Met Your Mother
doesn't apply to her.
"Hey there, Mister Biggs," she utters seductively. "Sorry I'm a little late. My boss is a fucking jackass."
"No problem, Miss Azure. Welcome to our elegant
soirée
."
"
Oh oui! Je parle aussi français, monsieur.
" She giggles sweetly and sashays into the living room. I grab my high-end camcorder and start making a gonzo video; looking at her through the little monitor screen.
"Hot damn, what a bunny," says Mister Pete. "Is this your first gangbang, Dez?"
"It sure is. But don't go easy on me just because I'm a rookie."
"I never go easy on anyone," says Mick Blue.
"This bunny is starving for some carrots," I remark. "Let's take her to the produce aisle."
I strip down with the rest of the guys, and we line up like a bunch of starving Dobermans; dicks rising in unison. Destiny keeps her costume on while grinning devilishly.
"Time for a big bunny girl bukkake," I proclaim.
"What's a bukkake?" Destiny asks.
"It's a Japanese term for a bunch of dudes standing around and jerking off on a ladies' face."
"Oh, okay. I need to spend more time on Urban Dictionary."
"Me too. Hey, I forgot to tell you this at the Playboy Club, but I'm getting married on Saturday."
"Wow! Congratulations, Blake!"
"I'm tying the knot with another redhead, Sally Strapper. You're my last random meaningless fuck before I get chained down by holy matrimony."
"Ha-ha, okay, sweetie. I'll try to put a little 'meaning' into it."
"Why don't you start by putting your mouth on my big fucking dick?"
"With pleasure, Blake. It's your bachelor party, so you get the first blow."
She gets down on her knees on the magenta shag carpeting, and sucks my ten-inch prick like a pro, with both hands tightly wrapped around the first four inches.
"Fuck yeah, bitch," I growl downward. "This is your destiny, Destiny."
She giggles with a mouthful, and sucks harder, going all the way down to her hands and all the way up to the end of the tip. The tips of her bunny ears hit my six-pack abs in a steady rhythm. She's obviously not a "rookie" in any other sexual sport. Meanwhile, the other guys masturbate slowly but surely. This is what happens when you read way too many Playboys (and every other magazine that Playboy "inspired.") Destiny is 18 years younger than me at 22, so she probably doesn't buy the print editions, and she might not even know what a centerfold is.
She wraps her full red lips around both of my balls, and sucks them almost painfully hard. This is even better than the blowjob I got from Jesse Jane in
Pirates III: On Sluttier Tides.
"Gimme that pretty mouth, bitch," Steven St. Croix orders.
She pulls back abruptly, and my balls shoot out of her mouth with a loud popping sound. She scoots over and sucks his much smaller penis with the same enthusiasm. I hold the camera just a few inches away from her face while jacking my Johnson with the other hand.
"Damn, Steven. How the fuck can you be porn star with a tiny dick?" she snickers.
"You'll see why, bunny-bitch," he grunts. She puts it back in her mouth and picks up the pace, skullfucking his little pecker.
"Careful, Miss Azure," I warn. "When Steve shoots a load, it's like a fucking Howitzer going off
.
"
She pulls out and wags her right index finger toward his face. "Not yet, Mister St. Croix. I wanna make this evening last."
Keiran Lee taps her on the shoulder. "My turn, ginger. Get that big ass over here," he growls in a British accent.
Destiny giggles yet again, and follows his order, shoving his nine-inch dick right to the back of her throat. She gags loudly, but doesn't miss a beat, whipping her flaming copper hair back and forth.
"That's a million dollar dick you got in your mouth, honey," Keiran grunts.
"He ain't lying, Destiny," I say. "Brazzers took out a huge insurance policy on that British banger."
"God damn," she snickers. "I probably shouldn't bite that million-dollar sausage, but..."
She sinks her teeth into the tip, making him groan and laugh at the same time. She sucks it straight a little more, then she scoots over to Xander Corvus and mashes his six-inch banger. She keeps shuffling down the line, and I follow close behind with the Canon VIXIA. She gives about a minute of fellatio apiece to Erik Everhard, Mister Pete, Tommy Pistol, James Deen, Mick Blue, and Evan Stone.
"Bunny loves giving blowjobs," Evan remarks.
"Mmm
hmm,"
Bunny hums loudly with a mouthful.
I bend over and squeeze her fluffy cotton tail, making a funny "boop" sound, just like Bridget Jones at the Tarts and Vicars party. I smack her ass hard through the thin red bodysuit, making her yelp on Evan's thick dick. I smack it three more times with the same delightful result.
"Fuck yeah, I love the way you spank me!" she growls.
"Get that ass up in the air, you slutty bunny," Evan orders.
She turns around and assumes the downward dog pose. He spanks that big tight ass five times, then we all spank it several times, making her squeal like a stuck pig.
"You deserve that punishment, rabbit," James Deen growls.
"That naughty rabbit learned her lesson, and now she deserves a nice treat," says Mister Pete. "Let's stick our carrots up her honey-hole."
"Oh goody!" Destiny cheers. "You guys better fuck this bunny like a doggy."
She gets up and takes off her red bunny suit, revealing incredible milky D-cups with pink nipples and an unshaved fire crotch. She leaves all the other Playboy accessories attached, and goes over to the wall of windows, bending halfway over with her arms stretching out to the Plexiglas. Her rabbit ears point toward the dark horizon on a crazy neon island.
