From: Betty
Date: Sun Jun 24, 2001 6:04 pm
Subject: I'm a mess


Hi.

Um.  I don't know where to start.  

I am sitting here in what used to be my best Sunday outfit, the one I wore to
church at Easter, but I am so covered in sperm that even if I had the courage
to take it to a dry cleaners I don't know if it would ever come clean.  The arm
chair in the living room is ruined, too. 

Oh, Sickman told me that since I do not like his nickname, he would like me to
start calling him "my darling" or "my beloved" etc.  He says I don't have to
mean it.  He says he just likes the contrast of hearing me call him that and
him calling me "Cunt".  That bothered me at first, but now I get a little
thrill every time he does it.

Anyways, my darling said I had to start doing something to fill my Sundays
since I don't go to church.  It turns out the reason I am getting so much
e-mail is because he put an ad on an adult personals webpage for me under the
name Betty Bukkake, asking for volenteers to cum on me.  All I knew was that he
had invited a bunch of guys to come over for today for "an afternoon tea and
cum party".  I didn't know who they were or how many.  He told me have some
fresh cookies, some tea and coffee, and he brought in lots of cut flowers.  I
was to put on my favourite church outfit and I was to act as if it was a nice
afternoon tea.  

They started arriving at about 2:00.  And then more.  And more.  Until there
were I think 11 - oh, my beloved says it was 13 including him - 13 men sitting
and standing around my living and dining room with tea and coffee, all looking
quite uncomfortable.  I was trying to be a good hostess, answering the door and
making sure that everyone had a drink.

Then my beloved - I am still not used to that, I'm not sure it is any better
than "Sickman" - any way, my beloved Sickman said loudly enough to stop all
conversation in the room, "Betty, never mind with the fucking cookies.  Why
don't you have a seat and offer these guys some blowjobs?"

They all laughed, probably because they were thinking the same thing, but it
got me flustered.  It is hard to shift gears like that.  One minute I am trying
to be a good hostess and the next I am ... oh, I don't know what I was supposed
to be, but all I was was flustered.  I sat down as I had been told and then
looked at them all.  All those men staring back at me, waiting to stick their
cocks in my mouth.  It was very intimidating.  But everyone seemed to be
waiting for me to ask for it as I had been told.  So what else could I do?  

"Would any one care for a blowjob?", I asked, just as I had been asking about
the cookies.

They thought this was very funny but then a guy just stepped up in front of me
and pulled out his cock and stuck it in my face.  So I sucked it.  At least it
was something I know, something I could lose myself in.  I did it all for him,
I licked his balls and made sure I made it nice and sloppy.  

Oh, I should mention that Friday night, my darling made me practice sucking
cock on a zucchini telling me all the things that make a good blowjob and he
said that making it sloppy was important for looks.  He also said that unless
there is a reason to hurry, I should always try to make it last, so I did that
this time.

Anyway, pretty soon it was just me and that cock and I felt totally slutty
sitting there in my Sunday best in my arm chair sucking the cock of some guy I
had never met while a room full of other guys watched and made comments.  When
he was ready to cum, he pulled out and blasted me right between the eyes.  I
did not even have a moment to clear the cum from my right eye before someone
else had stepped up to take his place,  standing over me, pulling my head onto
his stiff cock.

I won't go through it all, but they kept coming, and cumming, until I was
completely covered.  My love says I sucked his cock, but I never realized it. 
The funny thing is, that is the only time I have ever had sex with him.  

At one point my darling told me to show everyone how smooth I had shaved my
cunt and what a horny little cunt I was, getting all wet when men came on me. 
Well by that time I didn't care, so I spread my legs and pulled up my skirt
with my free hand and pulled my panties out of the way so they could all see my
pussy which my beloved had made me shave last night.  I feel silly having a
bare pussy, like I am trying to be a little girl or something.  But I showed
them all and then started rubbing myself, not caring who saw.  God, I was SO
horny!  I came with some guy halfway down my throat and then just kept cumming
when he pulled out and started squirting on me.  God, I am getting horny again
just remembering.

Anyway, it was wonderful.  I think it was the most...I can't even think what it
was.  It is like something stronger than the strongest liquor, like music that
is way too loud but it still isn't loud enough.  Oh, I don't know.  It was just
so intense.  I was shaking it was so intense.  All those men using me and
cumming on me like a filthy cumslut, laughing at me and all I wanted was more. 
I wanted them to laugh more.  To cum more.  To be more of them.  God, I don't
know what I wanted.  Just more.

And I still do.  Soon.  My darling says he will set up a "little something" for
later in the week, and then something big on the weekend, but I don't want to
wait.  

Mind you, I have a job interview tomorrow morning.  Not with the owner of the
store but with one of his friends.  I went in to see the owner again on Friday
and after I had swallowed his sperm he told me that one of the store's
suppliers might be willing to give a job to a woman of my qualifications...   
I can pretty well guess what THAT means, can't I.  I had that same feeling of
being forced that I had during the first interview but now that I have had some
time to think about it, it could be really, well, really dirty.  The more I
think about it, the more I am looking forward to the interview.  My darling
says that if they need a good cocksucker for the job then the job is mine and I
no matter what they offer me, I should ask for more.  I don't know if I can; I
am not really good at that sort of thing.  He says that whoever I interview
with obviously is looking for what I have to offer and will gladly spend the
company's tax deductible money to get it.  I'll see.

Anyway, my darling says he has a little treat for me before I start cleaning
everything up so I am going to go now.

Betty