Reflections on a Blowbang
October 10, 2008
After my recent experience with a 10-guy blowbang/bukkake party, I have a much greater appreciation for the talents of some porn stars now. Do you have any idea how hard it is to suck ten cocks in succession, while using your hands to jerk off two others simultaneously, especially after your face has been covered in cum and you can’t see shit? I suppose it is one thing to do that with three guys, but to have the cocks you’re playing with continuously recycle for almost an hour…it gets a bit overwhelming. When I was finished, my neck and jaw were sore. Maybe it is one of those things where practice makes perfect? 
Anyway, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, some members of a local sex club asked me to be the center in a blowbang. We negotiated the rates, and after having the guys go through two rounds of STD testing, I agreed to entertain them for up to an hour – they could each have as many pops as they could achieve during that time, and they could cum anywhere they wanted. It seemed to be a pretty active club, with well over a hundred people (singles and couples) as members; they just wanted some “fresh” talent to play with. I got ready and headed off for the club, arriving right on time, and went in. I was introduced to everyone and we spent a few minutes checking everyone’s identification (to compare against the test results). When that was out of the way we discussed the game plan and the rules of engagement, then got ready for the festivities.
One of the guys asked if I would take my hair down instead of leaving it pulled back – he thought I looked “a lot hotter” that way. I knew that’d make for more time in the shower afterward, but that’s what my clients wanted, so that’s what they would get. I went into the bathroom and took it down and brushed it out, then removed all of my clothes and walked out into the room they’d set up for the party. There was a nice wide cushion in the middle of the room, so I walked straight to it, knelt down and said, “Bring it on.” The guys began taking off their clothes and getting themselves hard. Most of them already had standing erections when they pulled their pants off.
The sex itself started off pretty slowly, actually. I had to convince the guys they weren’t going to break me. “Haven’t you guys seen this kind of stuff in porn before?” I laughed. They seemed almost hesitant to use me, as if they were trying to be gentle because they were paying me, or because I was new, or something. It wasn’t doing anything for me at all, though. And while my role as a paid professional was to satisfy them, I booked this event just as much for me as anything else. And, well, I wanted some…entertainment out of it myself.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Grab my hair if you need to.” They still didn’t get it, so I had to pull my mouth off this one guy’s gorgeous cock, “Look guys, I want you to fuck my face. Use my mouth like you would my cunt. Just grab my hair and fuck me. If it gets to be too much I’ll let you know, I promise. I’ll slap you on the leg.” Finally, someone took the initiative and went to work. He grabbed my hair and force fed me his cock, causing me to gag a bit – I hadn’t had one in my throat yet, so it hadn’t quite relaxed. I got over that soon enough, though, and began giving the kind of hands-free blowjobs I consider my specialty. That allowed me to use my free hands to jerk off the guys standing to either side of me. As each guy would come up, he’d grab my head and guide his cock into me, letting go of it once he’d entered my mouth. I tried to maintain eye contact with the guy fucking my face at any given moment, but with all of the movement and whatnot going on around me that proved to be more difficult than you might imagine.
Each man waited his turn, with his cock in his hand keeping himself hard. One by one, they’d penetrate me and begin thrusting. I’d take them in my mouth and swallow them down to their balls and then mouth fuck them until they were ready to let the next guy in. Within about ten minutes one guy was ready cum. He pushed the guy whose cock I had in my mouth out of the way and unloaded what seemed like gallons of semen on my face – he must’ve been saving all week for this.
The cum started running down the bridge of my nose and slid off in a long stringy white thread. That always tickles, so I had to reach up and wipe the cum off the tip of my nose. I just twirled it it around my finger and stuck it in my mouth, then pulled it out to allow a cock to replace the finger. One after the other the cocks kept coming. I will say that I have never felt sluttier in my life, having one random cock after another push into my mouth, my throat, with my lips and tongue wrapping around them. It was pretty surreal at the time, being surrounded by that many people – that many cocks - all just waiting for their opportunity to use my mouth. It was at this point that it occurred to me that professional porn stars’ talents are perhaps underrated to a degree.
The guy in my mouth pulled out and announced he was going to cum. I just looked up at him and that sent him over the edge. He shot another huge load at me and since my face was turned up a bit, one of the volleys went right up my left nostril and my head jerked back. Fuck, that hurt. If you’ve ever had soda burp up into your nose, you have some idea what this felt like. His second shot landed in a big dollop right in my left eye, which happened to be open at the time. He apologized, and I had to stop for a second to blow the cum out of my nose and clean my eye out.
Fortunately, since this was to be a bukkake party as well, I hadn’t worn my contacts. I knew I’d likely be getting cum in my eyes, and semen and contacts don’t mix very well at all. So I really couldn’t see terribly clearly from the get go. I considered wearing my glasses, but I knew they’d be covered in cum, too, and I still wouldn’t be able to see shit, so why even bother. Even with your eyes closed some of that cum will leak into your eyes if you even barely take the pressure off your eyelids; there’s no way to keep your eyes closed that tightly for any long period of time, especially when you have to concentrate on so many other things. Cum stings but the pain goes away after a couple of minutes so I’d prepared myself to just deal with it and move on.
Semen blasts out of a cock at about 30 miles per hour in some cases. And sometimes it just oozes out. That’s so sad when you’re trying to plaster someone’s face I’d have to imagine. The specific strength behind how much pressure you get apparently has something to do with how aroused you are, how long you’ve been aroused, how long it has been since your last ejaculation, and so forth, and based on that it would appear that several of these guys had been saving up.
Being hit between the eyes with a strong spurt of cum at that speed is an interesting feeling, especially if you don’t see it coming. It is not unlike being shot in the face with a water gun, actually. I could always get a sense of when someone was about to unload on me because the guy whose cock I had in my mouth would withdraw and nothing would replace it. I could hear someone approach me and could tell he was jerking himself off. So I just sat there with my eyes closed each time waiting for the stream to hit my face; I didn’t even squench my face up any longer.
I have become so enamored at having someone cum on my face that I now have little “baby orgasms” each time someone does it. It’s more of a little tingling in my crotch, I guess, than anything like a serious orgasm. But it is noticeable and it feels good. The only thing I can attribute this to is the way in which I was introduced to the facial – it was so slutty now that I look back on it - I guess I just have a psychological predilection toward seeing it as a dirty thing to do. And, of course, that gets me off.
I’ve made comments before about the sounds involved during sex, and this was another one of those situations where I had to rely on my ears to gain some sense what was going on. I’m not even sure how you’d describe to someone the sounds you hear from a room full of men jerking themselves off, grunting and groaning as they build up and release. Those that have applied lube to their cocks have this sort of squishy sound going on, and I can hear my slurping on the cock I have in my mouth at any given moment. As it fucks deeper into my mouth and then withdraws it kind of creates a vacuum on the way out. I have to open my mouth just a bit to equalize the pressure and that, too, causes a sound.
I even find myself subconsciously grunting and growling when I’m being face fucked. I know in a lot of porn movies when the girls are being throat fucked they make these silly noises that just drive me batty, and I thought to myself, “Gosh, I hope I don’t sound that ridiculous.” I even tried to suppress it for the short period of time that I could focus on it. And then you factor in everyone’s breathing – especially the heavier breathing as someone approachs an orgasm. It all generates a cacophony that you really never even hear in a porno because of all of that ridiculous moaning and yapping and all the other shit they overlay on the soundtrack.
You also don’t notice the differences in taste of the guys’ cocks after a few minutes. Your mouth doesn’t really go numb, but it becomes so overloaded with the taste of cock, the taste of the cum that has leaked into your mouth from your face, the mucus from the back of your throat, the perspiration (the room was warm), the taste of the lube and so forth that it all just meshes into an unidentifiable concoction with an almost amorphous, salty-sweet-bitter taste.
One guy got a bit upset because I took my hand away from his cock to masturbate myself at one point. I guess as he saw it they were paying for me to service them, not pleasure myself. But I needed to cum. Desperately. I can generally make myself have an orgasm if I squeeze my legs together, but kneeling down as I was with my legs kind of spread out inhibits that, so I needed my hand touching my clit to pull that trigger. I think that is the first time I’ve had an orgasm with a guy’s cock in my throat. My body was contorting as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through me and I was making these guttural sounds that had to be vibrating this man’s cock to one degree or another. It must’ve been a unique feeling for him as well because he came nearly simultaneously, shooting his load into the back of my mouth as I moved up and down on him. I swallowed all of it without missing a beat, while I was having my own orgasm.
I hope he wasn’t upset by the fact that he came in my mouth rather than on my face. It is not easy to close your throat and continue going down on a guy’s cock while it is cumming, not losing a drop and keeping yourself from choking on all of that cum. I’ll usually try to hold the cum in my mouth until a guy’s done and then swallow it all in one load. If I leave my throat open the spurts will hit the back of it, and even with my throat relaxed, those shots will still trigger my gag reflex, causing me to choke up and interrupting the flow of things (no pun intended). Add to that the fact that my body was still recovering from the orgasm I’d just given myself and I think you can get a sense of how difficult this was. Normally, I breathe through my mouth heavily when I am cumming and this time I had to keep it tightly closed around this cock thrusting in and out of my face. I was quite proud of the fact that I’d managed to do all of this, actually.
One after the other the guys unloaded on me, mostly my face, but one guy had a fascination with my boobs, so he released himself on those. There always seems to be one guy in the crowd with a thing for tits. I’d occasionally reach up and try to wipe the cum out of my eyes and away from my nostrils, and would lick whatever was on my fingers off to the delight of the men in the room. Like I said, the room was relatively warm. Otherwise, I’d have been cold with all of that liquid running down my body.
As we progressed, I know at least a couple of the men managed to get off second shots. Quite honestly I completely lost track of how many loads I took, but once you’re covered in that much cum it really doesn’t matter any longer. I just kept sucking until the last man acquiesced and they called it a wrap. Everyone was very complimentary of my talents and techniques – no one was left…unsatisfied.
When it was finally over, I slowly got up onto my feet – my knees were cramping from having to support my weight for the past hour or so. I toweled myself off to keep from tracking cum through the building and had to have someone guide me to the shower. I hopped in and began washing off. My hair was a soggy mess – I actually wish I’d had a photo of what I looked like before I’d gotten in. The entire front of my body was covered in gooey, runny semen. It took me a good forty five minutes to get myself cleaned up. When I was finished, I collected my money and my things and went home…to take another shower!
I know it sounds cliché to say it, and I suspect many people won’t believe it, but I felt incredibly empowered to be able to let go like that and not only enjoy it for myself, but to provide others with a good time as well. It was challenging, and personally empowering. I’d certainly never remotely suggest that my comfort with it (or the act itself) would empower other women, or empower women in general. I’ve always enjoyed the stimulation overload I get from some sexual encounters, however, and this one was an exponential increase over anything I’d experienced before, including my one other experience with having multiple guys cum on me. In that case I was pretty much passive. Here, I was actively engaged and enticing the guys to ejaculate onto me. So all in all I was quite pleased with my performance.
Probably the only thing that was missing from the experience for me was dirty talk. It would’ve made for a hotter experience for me if the guys had been saying something other than the grunts, moans and the occasional “I’m cumming.” Even a “Suck my cock, bitch” would’ve been nice if for no other reason than to break the sound monotony. I know that some of my clients enjoy the dirty talk during our sessions as well and it just seems to make the whole experience that much more intense.
I won’t lie, though, I felt like a porn star, and I was getting off on it. I’ve always thought I could easily do porn; I love sex and I’m a bit of an exhibitionist (you pretty much have to be to be a stripper). I don’t mind fucking someone in front of an audience, either. Several times as a teenager I had sex with a boyfriend or girlfriend in the same room as one or more couples who were also fucking each other. We’d rent hotel rooms or spend some party time in the guest house my parents had on our property in Nashville. I know we’d stop and watch the other couples from time to time and I’d see them watching me as I was fucking. It never occurred to me to be embarrassed about it.
Doing porn would memorialize my sex work, though. Twenty years from now, people would still be able to see me fucking and it would be definitive proof of what I had done, though it’d be vintage porn at that point.
I don’t have a problem with that in and of itself, but as you all know, with today’s ridiculous double standards and this incessant need to demonize someone who has the audacity to publicly admit they are sexual creatures, many employers would balk at hiring a porn star. Some would go so far as to fire someone who’d been in porn before once they found out about it. I think that is asinine, of course, but I recognize it as a reality that must be dealt with. Therefore, no porn for me. With my escort work, there’s plausible denial - at least, so long as I don’t end up getting arrested and having a record. But I do often wonder what kind of success I’d have in the porn industry. I’d need some more practice, though. 
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