I guess I can class myself lucky, being diagnosed as autistic so early on in life. After all, not everyone is so lucky. Still, that’s not to say that it’s been easy. I’ve grown somewhat used to the isolation, the mocking, and the bullying I received over the years, and societal understanding of Autism has indeed gotten better.
I never had many neurotypical friends and would often crave the chance to get home where I’d fall into the arms of the friend who has been there for me the most: porn. Nowadays, I’m a hardcore porn-obsessed girl, but I’ve always felt an imposter syndrome against more fully-fledged Goonettes because I’ve never actually been penetrated by a man. Yep, I’m a virgin.
”I needed no further instruction. Discreetly emptying the contents of both condoms in my tea, I stirred it like an addict and gulped it down hungrily.”
In fact, penetrative sex barely interests me. What does get my porn engines raging is cum. Hot, sticky, milky, cum. I have a deep obsession with semen to the point where it’s fanatical. The bulk of my Gooning consists of hours of Bukkake porn combined with clitoral toys and ejaculating blowjobs that I use to simulate facials.
But actually meeting men to spurt on my face? Fuck no. I just can’t do it. The socialization, the eye contact, and everything else that goes with it makes me feel nauseous. I’d try and make up for it by reaching out to Bukkake party girls and pornstars and converse with them about what it’s like, but most would get bored of me in the end and assume I was a fantasist.
One woman, however, didn’t. Her name was Catherine Duffy. This is the story of how she made all of my Bukkake dreams come true in a very autism-friendly way.
Cum and Let Your Bukkake Dreams Be Realized
When I first reached out to Catherine, it was through Adult Friend Finder and I was heavily porn-drunk and overstimulated. I poured out my life story and my angst at wanting to live out my porn fantasies but being held back by my anxiety. When I woke up with a clearer head, I read Catherine’s reply and felt a lump in my throat. Never had I felt so understood.
Her response was short and to the point. If I wanted to live out my Bukkake realities, then I was to meet her in Prague the following Friday, and if I passed the test, she would make it happen. I remember my hands rattling as I booked the flight ticket and the time off work. Still, not as much as they shook when the day finally came to meet her.
It was in a busy coffee shop down a Prague side street. Nothing grand, nothing spectacular. I stared down into a hot tea, avoiding eye contact with others in the coffee shop, and awaited the Queen of Whores’ arrival, shaking like a leaf as the seconds counted down. When the chair on the other side of my table was rudely dragged out, I could barely look up.
*snap* a petite hand clicked its fingers in front of my face. ‘’Something on your mind, sweetheart?’’ Purred a Northern Irish accent. There she was, sitting in front of me, the Queen of Whores. Blonde and petite but with a foreboding presence, I could barely speak. Thankfully, Catherine knew how to put me at ease and break the ice.
Once the friendly small talk was out of the way, Catherine promptly switched to the matter at hand and began discussing my Bukkake plan like it was a military operation. Her plan was simple, and it went as follows:
- My sensory issues with guys would be overcome with a BDSM blindfold.
- Catherine would arrange everything, from start to finish, and ensure rules were followed.
‘’I think you need some sugar in that tea, love, don’t you?’’ Catherine said with a smirk while reaching into her bag.
‘’No, no, I don’t take sugar. Thanks anyway,’’ I said naively.
‘’No, I think you do,’’ a stern look burned in her Irish eyes as she slid her hand over the table and opened her palm to reveal two used condoms full of cum.
I needed no further instruction. Discreetly emptying the contents of both condoms in my tea, I stirred it like an addict and gulped it down hungrily before asking, ‘’Sorry, but do you have any more?’’
Catherine merely smiled with a satisfied look on her face, as though I’d passed her ‘’test.’’ Before leaving, she accompanied me to the bathroom, where she asked me to strip from the waist up so she could take photos.
‘’Stunning tits,’’ Catherine said, ‘’Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous.’’ With that, she spat on them and smeared her drool so that the light caught the spit for the photo. ‘’Saturday, 6 pm. I’ll send you the address. Don’t let me down.’’
The End of the Line
The address Catherine gave me was in an area of Prague I doubt many tourists visit. Thanks to her extremely detailed instructions, I found the run-down apartment block with ease and was buzzed into a clean but dated apartment with a large living room. There, Catherine had provided snacks, alcohol, baby oil, and a tonne of kitchen roll.
‘’I blurred your face out and threw the pic onto some sleazy Czech forums,’’ Catherine said, standing there in a fishnet bodystocking that left her nipples chewing through the compromised fabric. ‘’I couldn’t keep up with the messages, so I just sent the address and time out to all who got in touch.’’
As she prepared the room, I acted on my initiative and stripped naked, causing Catherine to turn around and look directly between my legs.
‘’Let’s have a look at it, then,’’ she said, bending down to inspect my virgin pussy, ‘’So, that’s what a virgin twat looks like, eh? Fuckin’ grim. Do me a favor, pull your panties back up, and never refer to that as a cunt again like you did in your messages. This is what you call a cunt.’’
When she peeled her panties down around her thighs, the sight of her hanging cunt sent shivers down my spine. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen online and looked like it had taken some serious brutality over the years. As soon as she’d got it out, it was back in her panties.
But before I could think about it further, a thick black towel was folded over repeatedly for me to kneel on before Catherine handed me a thick fetish blindfold to wear. 6 pm was drawing closer, and it was time to take my place. When the first discreet knock on the door came, I was oddly still.
I couldn’t tell you how many men came and went through the evening, although Catherine said it was over thirty. As soon as a decent number stood around me in the room, Catherine smeared baby oil all over my tits to make me look more cumshot-worthy, and the debauchery began.
I definitely got over excited from the start when the first guy shot a load so powerful into my mouth that it bounced off the back of my throat and landed on the floor, causing me to drop down further, seek it out with my fingers, and slurp it up. It was like putting up a flag to these men that it was demented for cum and would do anything for it.
Blind to everything around me, I felt my hands guided onto men’s cocks and almost fainted the first time I felt their silky smooth exteriors. I went into a frenzy, sucking and licking as many cocks and ballsacks as I could to get the sweet cum within. Soon, the flow began.
I didn’t know which direction the cum would be dispatched from next and was on high alert to catch it as fresh from the source as possible. Whether it was slurping it from the ground, scooping it off my own tits, or licking it from hairy men’s thighs, I was insatiable for seed.
‘’Fuckin’ hell, he’s old enough to be your grandad. Ha!’’ I heard Catherine laugh as another cock filled my nostrils. I couldn’t respond, though, as said dick was soon covered in a layer of spit and thrust deep down my neck. As his balls swung, it caused beads of sweat to drip from them and onto my wobbling tits below.
”Grinding it against my clit through my leggings, it didn’t take me long to start undergoing a train of violent orgasms, often drowned out by man meat in my mouth or spunk in my throat.”
As he slurred through what I assumed was dirty talk in Czech, I could feel his voice cracking. Wrapping my hands around his asscheeks, I pulled him into me and sucked him dry directly down my throat while gagging like crazy.
Some men called me random names in Czech, maybe their wives or lovers, before depositing their batter onto my face and breasts. At one point, a stray hand tried to stray down below my waistline before I heard Catherine’s high heels connect with a body before she screamed, ‘’Get away from her cunt; you know the rules!’’
With one cock in my throat and another in my hand, I felt Catherine grab my free hand and place a clitoral wand into it. Grinding it against my clit through my leggings, it didn’t take me long to start undergoing a train of violent orgasms, often drowned out by man meat in my mouth or spunk in my throat.
‘’Mark your territory!’’ ‘’Paint me like a dirty fuckin’ whore!’’ ‘’I’m not good enough to be bred, just deposit it on my tits!’’ The filth coming out of my mouth was unlike anything I’d ever said before. I was literally cum drunk and on another planet.
Sometimes, I’d feel Catherine stuff her tongue down my neck to suck the cum out and swallow it. At one point, I felt the stubble of a man do the same, much to my surprise. The whole thing lasted an hour, but it felt like two minutes. When I heard the final dick leaving, I was devastated. I could have gone all night.
The room fell silent as the apartment door closed for the last time. I heard nothing but the soft approach of Catherine’s feet coming towards me before feeling her minty breath mere inches from my face. Suddenly, her tongue was dragging the cum deposits from all over my face, almost like I was being licked by a hungry dog.
Just as I was concerned that Catherine was taking all of the cum I’d earned, my worries were put to bed with a mouthful of drool, sweat, tears, and cum were returned via a spit launched right in the middle of my blindfolded face, and smeared into it. Then, as I was told to take the blindfold off, I finally saw what I had become.
Catherine held a mirror up at me so I could see my kneeling body from head to toe. I had butterflies. I looked just like the Bukkake whores in my favorite porno. At some point, the sarcastic word ‘’virgin’’ had been scrawled on my tits and was smeared with the cum. I burst into tears uncontrollably, overcome with emotion about what Catherine had done for me. She embraced me in a hug, causing my cum-soaked body to connect with her naked tits. It was a beautiful aftercare moment.
The Ride Home
I looked utterly disgraceful yet beautiful at the same time. My black leggings were drenched in the unmistakable streaks of fresh cum, and my face, tits, and tummy were glazed with it. The towel I’d been kneeling on was now soaked with spit, sweat, and of course, cum.
‘’Can I have another towel, Catherine?’’ I gasped breathlessly, with tears still streaming down my face.
‘’What for? You’re really gonna wash all of that porn gold off your face?’’ Catherine barked, ‘’Put your clothes back on and wear it all the way back to your hotel with pride!’’
She was right; it was a stupid thing to ask. I watched as Catherine got into a taxi and sent me onto public transport. My clothes stuck to me with cum, and I felt it drying on my face in the chilly autumn air. The looks people gave me on the way home, and especially in the lobby of my hotel, will stay with me forever, as will the entire Bukkake experience Catherine had laid out for me.
Little did she know, she had laid the first foundation of my lifelong Bukkake journey. I still remain a virgin below the belt, but the upper part of my body sure as hell isn’t.
