"What the hell is bukkake?" I asked Rick.
"It's where a bunch of guys jerk off on you." My husband explained.
"Like a circle jerk?"
"Ya, you get a cum bath." Rick agreed.
"No penetration?"
"Nope, they just shoot on you." Rick assured.
"And they pay me three hundred dollars for that?" I was interested now.
My husband being a taxi driver had heard of a bukkake club that met monthly to jerk off on some cumslut. All the participants were businessmen and the pillars of the community. It was their naughty little secret.
My loving husband suggested it would be an easy way for me to pick up some cash.
I wasn't bad looking, had a great set of tits, 38D, the kind guys like to tit-fuck.
Rick knew I am a cumslut as I had sucked almost every one of his friends' cocks at one time or another. I could swallow cum all day with no ill effects.
"Give them my number." I told him.
It was a Tuesday afternoon when Preston Featherstone phoned. Featherstone owned an up market men's' wear store downtown and was well known.
"Michelle Greene?" he asked.
When I identified myself he said he was calling regarding the possibility of me helping out with the Downtown Businessmen's Club. That is what they called their little jerk off club.
He wanted to confirm that I was interested in spending a couple of hours with the members in return for a substantial fee.
I assured him that I was at his service and he requested I drop by his store so he could get a look at me and finalize the arrangements.
We agreed to meet at closing time that afternoon.
Featherstone's Apparel was located on the mezzanine level of the swanky downtown Terminal Towers Mall. It was not a mall I was accustom to shopping in as it was composed of boutiques of outrageously priced merchandise.
The store was deserted when I entered and Featherstone emerged from the back stockroom to greet me.
We exchanged greeting while Featherstone appraised my suitability for his needs.
I had carefully prepared for our meeting, hair and makeup done just so and an expensive short black sheath suspended by spaghetti straps. The dress had cost me almost three hundred dollars for last year's Christmas party. Fortunately it still fit. As the dress was very form fitting I only wore pantyhose under it to avoid panty lines. The bodice of the dress looked better without a bra.
"I wonder if I could have a better look at you?" Featherstone asked.
I knew he meant he wanted to see me naked.
"You may go into the backroom while I lock the doors." He suggested.
The stockroom was very brightly light by overhead fluorescent lights, a harsh change from the soft lighting in the store. The walls were lined with neatly stacked boxes of stock, shirts, socks scarves and miscellaneous accessories.
There was a table at one side of the room. I went over to the table and begin to undress. I hoped to be naked when Featherstone came in so I would not have to disrobe with him watching.
I had just folded my dress and placed it n the table and was getting out of my pantyhose when Featherstone entered the stockroom.
"Very nice." he said as I balled the pantyhose in my hands and turned to face him.
"One more thing and the job is yours." he smiled.
He pulled down the zipper on his expensive trousers and reached in to pull out his erection.
So he wanted a blowjob to give me the deal. What the hell I had gone this far so what was sucking one more cock going to matter?
I dropped to my knees as he approached.
Opening my crimson lips my tongue came out providing a ramp for his cock to enter my mouth. Expertly I allowed his meat to slide on my lower lip avoiding contact with my teeth as he journeyed into my warm wet haven. My lips sealed about half the way down his shaft as my tongue begin to caress the intruder.
Featherstone moaned and lurched forward driving the bulbous head against the back of my mouth. I gagged slightly and readjusted him to a more comfortable depth.
"Suck it you cheap little whore!" Featherstone snarled.
