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Mark and I were lying in bed late the other night when he asked me if I really liked being the center at his parties. I honestly thought that was a dumb question. I mean, didn't he see how much I enjoyed it? How I moaned every time I felt warm cum splash onto my naked body? And to top it off I surprised him not too long ago by joining the chosen girl in the foreplay in order to receive what I had been craving. Ok, so when he first told me about the fetish I thought he was weird. I'm a big girl and I'll admit it. But once I had that experience in the gym at the 'second' party, I've yearned for it over and over again. I've had vivid dreams about being the center in parties. I simply looked at him and smiled. "You know, you can be pretty blind sometimes Mark." "What do you mean baby?" I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing at? You've pretended to like things in the past that I know damned good and well you didn't." Like what?" I asked a little too defensively. "Oh I dunno, my parents, my cooking, football and ..." I put my finger up to his lips as I stifled a laugh. " I just want to make sure the woman I love is happy and if you don't want to be the center, then I don't want to ***** you."
"Mark, for the last time... I absolutely love it. I mean, God! How do I describe it for you? Ok I think I've got it. You know how you love the feel of the towels when the just come out of the dryer. How they envelope your body in that comfortable sensational warmth?" He nodded and I knew he was wondering where in the hell I was going with this so I continued on. "That's much like what it feels whenyou've got fifty or so men cumming onto your body. The warmth from their spunk does the same thing for me. And just like the towel, the cum begins to cool off after a few moments. The chilled air circulating through out the big hall lightly brushes against the cooling cum and gives me goose bumps, sending tingles all over my excited body." He smiled at me. I think I got through to him.
The next morning I woke up to him on the phone. He was talking to someone about a photo shoot or something. I tried focusing on his voice and just as I could barely make out words he said goodbye, hung up the phone and headed back into the bedroom. "Well some one is all smiles." I said mockingly. "That was Patrick. He's the photographer I was telling you about a few weeks ago. I completely forgot about him being interested in taking some pictures of our next party." I froze. All kinds of thoughts went through my mind. Oddly enough the first thought didn't have anything to do with the fact that someone would be there taking pictures of every cum shot, but rather about whether or not I could be the center again. It had after all, been a long time since I was and I wanted it!
It is much like an addiction. Being a center. I knew I would never been the same as soon as I felt the first splash of cum hit my sensitive skin. They way it oozed along my body, tickling my tiny hairs as traveled slowly, the way it smelled when it mixed with my endorphins... I cannot think of a single thing I don't like about it. Mark and I had had a long conversation with a lawyer not too long ago about different fetishes and how the general public has stereo typed the people that follow them. Most people when they see me see a 32 year old, sexy married woman. They are the same people that would think that I would have to be a freak and out of my mind to actually want to have a group of men to cum all over my naked quivering body.
"Now love, don't get your hopes up." Mark's voice brought me back to reality. I had completely forgotten what the hell we were talking about. "We might not be able to have the photo shoot and you looked a bit excited about the whole thing" "Huh?" I asked. "Oh hehehe I was thinking about getting the opportunity to be a center again, then my mind wandered." He laughed a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around me. "That's my Christie. Thinking about everything in the span of five seconds. "Ha ha Mark."
"I have to contact everyone about it and ask them if they would object to the photographer taking pictures during the party. I mean some of these folks aren't out of the proverbial closet and might not want their faces or cocks for that matter in the pictures. And there may be enough people that will object to it, meaning we'll be short. What's a Bukkake party with a handful of men?" "Well," I had an idea, "What if the photographer doesn't take a picture that shows the faces of the ones that object. That way the photographer has the remaining men to capture the facial expressions and what not." "Yanno baby, that's a great idea!" He kissed me firmly and headed off to call through his rolodex.After a little over an hour he emerged from the study with a smile on his face. "Out of everyone I called only two say they didn't want to be here at all!" "So it is on then?" I asked hopefully. "Yes, love, it's on." Now I needed to convince him to make me the center, or at least share it!
"Mark, for the last time... I absolutely love it. I mean, God! How do I describe it for you? Ok I think I've got it. You know how you love the feel of the towels when the just come out of the dryer. How they envelope your body in that comfortable sensational warmth?" He nodded and I knew he was wondering where in the hell I was going with this so I continued on. "That's much like what it feels whenyou've got fifty or so men cumming onto your body. The warmth from their spunk does the same thing for me. And just like the towel, the cum begins to cool off after a few moments. The chilled air circulating through out the big hall lightly brushes against the cooling cum and gives me goose bumps, sending tingles all over my excited body." He smiled at me. I think I got through to him.
The next morning I woke up to him on the phone. He was talking to someone about a photo shoot or something. I tried focusing on his voice and just as I could barely make out words he said goodbye, hung up the phone and headed back into the bedroom. "Well some one is all smiles." I said mockingly. "That was Patrick. He's the photographer I was telling you about a few weeks ago. I completely forgot about him being interested in taking some pictures of our next party." I froze. All kinds of thoughts went through my mind. Oddly enough the first thought didn't have anything to do with the fact that someone would be there taking pictures of every cum shot, but rather about whether or not I could be the center again. It had after all, been a long time since I was and I wanted it!
It is much like an addiction. Being a center. I knew I would never been the same as soon as I felt the first splash of cum hit my sensitive skin. They way it oozed along my body, tickling my tiny hairs as traveled slowly, the way it smelled when it mixed with my endorphins... I cannot think of a single thing I don't like about it. Mark and I had had a long conversation with a lawyer not too long ago about different fetishes and how the general public has stereo typed the people that follow them. Most people when they see me see a 32 year old, sexy married woman. They are the same people that would think that I would have to be a freak and out of my mind to actually want to have a group of men to cum all over my naked quivering body.
"Now love, don't get your hopes up." Mark's voice brought me back to reality. I had completely forgotten what the hell we were talking about. "We might not be able to have the photo shoot and you looked a bit excited about the whole thing" "Huh?" I asked. "Oh hehehe I was thinking about getting the opportunity to be a center again, then my mind wandered." He laughed a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around me. "That's my Christie. Thinking about everything in the span of five seconds. "Ha ha Mark."
"I have to contact everyone about it and ask them if they would object to the photographer taking pictures during the party. I mean some of these folks aren't out of the proverbial closet and might not want their faces or cocks for that matter in the pictures. And there may be enough people that will object to it, meaning we'll be short. What's a Bukkake party with a handful of men?" "Well," I had an idea, "What if the photographer doesn't take a picture that shows the faces of the ones that object. That way the photographer has the remaining men to capture the facial expressions and what not." "Yanno baby, that's a great idea!" He kissed me firmly and headed off to call through his rolodex.After a little over an hour he emerged from the study with a smile on his face. "Out of everyone I called only two say they didn't want to be here at all!" "So it is on then?" I asked hopefully. "Yes, love, it's on." Now I needed to convince him to make me the center, or at least share it!
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