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 gentlemen 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 discernible 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 appearance 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 on 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. They wanted to see her, not merely watch my back humping over her. In directing this show, I 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?”
“Look at his hair, his face, his body.” Leah’s eyes lowered. “Look at that cock. Don’t you want it?”
“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 pushed 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 couldn't 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.”
“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.