It had been a while since I was bored with Juan, my partner. Although the sex was incredible with him, I couldn't stop seeing guys on the street and imagining them in groups... I started realizing that over the years my tastes had changed. I was especially fixated on younger ones, high school students who could be my kids! What a strong thing to say, but that's what my sexual fantasies were like! The idea of having a few at once made me sick and that crazy idea started surfacing at work. Every day I imagined my coworkers dressed in those blue masculine suits.... Making an incredible bukake for me.
I worked in an entirely masculine environment and there, only the type of men 'alpha males' who like to take on the dominant role. Among them formed a group undoubtedly powerful, with classic 'macho' jokes that don't make anyone laugh but themselves. The humiliations they made were constant and although obviously all that was lacking from my ethics and morality as a woman, I have to admit that the situation turned me on because I was a submissive in sex.
I started to believe that all those jokes had something to do with my physical appearance. The truth is that, modesty aside, I've always been an attractive woman, with long legs, a prominent butt and firm breasts. My face is what people have always praised me for the most, fine features, blue eyes and large mouth, marked cheekbones and small nose. Men have always looked at me a lot, but in work it had to be different by protocol, and I think that really bothered them. I couldn't give anyone the time of day without having problems and yet, I had to keep up with the heavy clients, which annoyed everyone.
The truth is that 'machito's jokes were getting heavier every day. I didn't tell Juan anything to avoid worrying him, but the situation was becoming unsustainable. On one hand, I thought I should leave work, but on the other hand, I wanted to let my desires run wild. So one night, during my usual late shift, I decided to take action. I put on my usual uniform but unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my white shirt. My firm breasts were peeking out, forming a lovely little channel and the tube skirt that reached my knee, I lifted it up to mid-thigh. I left the usual high heels aside and put on a high heel that still emphasized my legs. I released my long, blonde hair from its oppressive knot and painted my lips crimson. During the night shift, I calculated there would be about 10 guys working in the warehouse. The warehouse workers were always the strongest, youngest, and most handsome. The truth is that all the young men seemed incredibly handsome to me, and since I was at an age where I was still very good-looking, the idea of a bukake wasn't impossible, I thought.
I sneaked silently towards the warehouse, trying to make my heels not make too much noise. But damn, it was too early to take action! There were only two young guys unloading a truck at the entrance and I had to quickly think of changing the strategy to achieve my goal.
So I went to them and told them I couldn't find the men's locker room keys, that if they could help me because I had to pick up some things from my boss at first hour of the night. The guys, who are nicer when there are fewer of them, told me that some were changing in the locker room and that I couldn't enter at that moment, and looking at my crotch and cleavage, didn't hesitate to change their opinion and accompany me because 'I might get lost'. Relax, pretty girl, we'll accompany you wherever you need. That 'wherever you need' was starting to make me wet between the legs. We arrived at the locker room and just as I said 'Will you come in with me? It's a bit embarrassing to enter with so many men inside...' They responded by giving me a gentle push.
When I opened the door... Mother of mine, there were eight tremendous men, most with their bare torsos staring at me with strange faces. Some wore that blue one-piece suit with which I had dreamed so many times halfway unbuttoned, others wore it entirely, and others wore it around their waist.
At little time, the gazes of those men were piercing into my breasts, my legs, my face and were turning into lecherous gazes. I was alone with those guys undressing me with their eyes and that situation was getting me wetter every time, until I noticed my liquid flowing down to the thong and couldn't hold back anymore the temptation of being a submissive. I knelt before the beasts and they started approaching me from around, some mumbling obscenities while slowly unbuttoning their pants. Those big hands, those masculine torsos and those obscene faces were putting me heart racing. 'So this is what you want, eh Promiscuous', 'let me give you a little of this, you'll see how much you like it', 'oh boy...the company's slut wants a party'...And slowly, as if from a band, they started pulling out one by one their extremely erect members from the blue monkey pants. The bukake was about to happen, my dream made real was going to take place in some locker rooms. Incredible!
Oh my God, I couldn't believe it, I was surrounded by ten men jerking off their enormous members, touching them and bringing them closer to my face. One started lifting up my skirt from behind and caressing my ass. Three more started unbuttoning my shirt and putting their hands in my cleavage, squeezing my breasts. My nipples were erect and eager to be freed from that oppressive bra, they were coming out looking for warm hands. The thong was completely soaked and while one wanted to drink from me, another was violently inserting his member into my mouth while two others rubbed their members against my head. My hair was getting tangled with their members and the rest watched the scene masturbating intensely. I was getting more and more drunk from the heat as if I were totally drunk, I noticed that suddenly I had a member in my tonsils, then another, then another and every three minutes I had a different one choking me. I felt like vomiting every two minutes and totally ecstatic I started noticing how my perfectly made-up face was becoming the target of ecstasy for all those guys...My mascara, my crimson lipstick...I was witnessing that incredible bukake through the half-fogged mirrors from the heat. Even the sweat of those guys had seeped into my skin's pores like some kind of blue monkey...
I worked in an entirely masculine environment and there, only the type of men 'alpha males' who like to take on the dominant role. Among them formed a group undoubtedly powerful, with classic 'macho' jokes that don't make anyone laugh but themselves. The humiliations they made were constant and although obviously all that was lacking from my ethics and morality as a woman, I have to admit that the situation turned me on because I was a submissive in sex.
I started to believe that all those jokes had something to do with my physical appearance. The truth is that, modesty aside, I've always been an attractive woman, with long legs, a prominent butt and firm breasts. My face is what people have always praised me for the most, fine features, blue eyes and large mouth, marked cheekbones and small nose. Men have always looked at me a lot, but in work it had to be different by protocol, and I think that really bothered them. I couldn't give anyone the time of day without having problems and yet, I had to keep up with the heavy clients, which annoyed everyone.
The truth is that 'machito's jokes were getting heavier every day. I didn't tell Juan anything to avoid worrying him, but the situation was becoming unsustainable. On one hand, I thought I should leave work, but on the other hand, I wanted to let my desires run wild. So one night, during my usual late shift, I decided to take action. I put on my usual uniform but unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my white shirt. My firm breasts were peeking out, forming a lovely little channel and the tube skirt that reached my knee, I lifted it up to mid-thigh. I left the usual high heels aside and put on a high heel that still emphasized my legs. I released my long, blonde hair from its oppressive knot and painted my lips crimson. During the night shift, I calculated there would be about 10 guys working in the warehouse. The warehouse workers were always the strongest, youngest, and most handsome. The truth is that all the young men seemed incredibly handsome to me, and since I was at an age where I was still very good-looking, the idea of a bukake wasn't impossible, I thought.
I sneaked silently towards the warehouse, trying to make my heels not make too much noise. But damn, it was too early to take action! There were only two young guys unloading a truck at the entrance and I had to quickly think of changing the strategy to achieve my goal.
So I went to them and told them I couldn't find the men's locker room keys, that if they could help me because I had to pick up some things from my boss at first hour of the night. The guys, who are nicer when there are fewer of them, told me that some were changing in the locker room and that I couldn't enter at that moment, and looking at my crotch and cleavage, didn't hesitate to change their opinion and accompany me because 'I might get lost'. Relax, pretty girl, we'll accompany you wherever you need. That 'wherever you need' was starting to make me wet between the legs. We arrived at the locker room and just as I said 'Will you come in with me? It's a bit embarrassing to enter with so many men inside...' They responded by giving me a gentle push.
When I opened the door... Mother of mine, there were eight tremendous men, most with their bare torsos staring at me with strange faces. Some wore that blue one-piece suit with which I had dreamed so many times halfway unbuttoned, others wore it entirely, and others wore it around their waist.
At little time, the gazes of those men were piercing into my breasts, my legs, my face and were turning into lecherous gazes. I was alone with those guys undressing me with their eyes and that situation was getting me wetter every time, until I noticed my liquid flowing down to the thong and couldn't hold back anymore the temptation of being a submissive. I knelt before the beasts and they started approaching me from around, some mumbling obscenities while slowly unbuttoning their pants. Those big hands, those masculine torsos and those obscene faces were putting me heart racing. 'So this is what you want, eh Promiscuous', 'let me give you a little of this, you'll see how much you like it', 'oh boy...the company's slut wants a party'...And slowly, as if from a band, they started pulling out one by one their extremely erect members from the blue monkey pants. The bukake was about to happen, my dream made real was going to take place in some locker rooms. Incredible!
Oh my God, I couldn't believe it, I was surrounded by ten men jerking off their enormous members, touching them and bringing them closer to my face. One started lifting up my skirt from behind and caressing my ass. Three more started unbuttoning my shirt and putting their hands in my cleavage, squeezing my breasts. My nipples were erect and eager to be freed from that oppressive bra, they were coming out looking for warm hands. The thong was completely soaked and while one wanted to drink from me, another was violently inserting his member into my mouth while two others rubbed their members against my head. My hair was getting tangled with their members and the rest watched the scene masturbating intensely. I was getting more and more drunk from the heat as if I were totally drunk, I noticed that suddenly I had a member in my tonsils, then another, then another and every three minutes I had a different one choking me. I felt like vomiting every two minutes and totally ecstatic I started noticing how my perfectly made-up face was becoming the target of ecstasy for all those guys...My mascara, my crimson lipstick...I was witnessing that incredible bukake through the half-fogged mirrors from the heat. Even the sweat of those guys had seeped into my skin's pores like some kind of blue monkey...
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