by Cara Addison
The action was nail-biting right down to the final buzzer when the Greens made one final spectacular play. Down by four points and with just three seconds left on the clock, the quarterback threw a Hail Mary pass from behind the fifty-yard line. The entire stadium watched as the ball soared high into the air before descending toward a crowd of green and white shirts in the end zone. Aurora and Nicholas held their collective breaths as they waited. When a green jersey emerged from the melee with ball in hand, Nicholas picked Aurora up and swung her around in celebration.
The two teams had shown exceptional skill throughout the game and Aurora knew they were ready to kick ass in the season ahead.
Finally making it out of the stadium and away from the throngs of fans, they stopped in at an alumni event to mingle with more classmates before heading back to the hotel for the night.
* * * *
As Nicholas showered, Aurora picked up his jersey and sat down on the bed. As she held the fabric in her hand, her mind raced. It wasn’t their fight she was thinking about. She closed her eyes as images of the bukkake film flooded her memory. Her heart pounded as she thought of Nicholas standing over her while she soaked in the tub that first time he’d come on her face. Thoughts of Leo and Nicholas standing side by side as they shot rope after rope of warm cum on her skin made her entire body tingle. She gasped at the thought of a room full of men surrounding her like she had seen in the film. Each stroking their hard cocks as they admired her body while they grunted with pleasure.
She jumped when she heard the bathroom door open as Nicholas stepped into the hotel bedroom. She could feel her heart pounding as he walked toward her. “Are you going to shower?” he asked.
Still dazed and distracted by her thoughts, she nodded an affirmative response. Already naked, she stood up and walked past him without saying a word.
When Nicholas heard the water running, he sat down to check his phone for messages. “What the fuck was she doing?” he muttered in wonder as he felt the dampness she’d left behind on the crisp white sheets.
With her dark curls still wet from her shower, she walked toward the bed and sat next to him, propped up against the pillows. Just having her sit naked beside him was arousing. Like a true Spartan woman, she was fit and toned. He knew she took pride in her body, always perfectly groomed for him. As his dick hardened, he put down his phone and kneeled beside her. Her tits were damp from water drops that dripped from her hair, causing her nipples to stand erect. “I need your mouth,” were the only words he could manage to say.
It made her pussy ache to please him. She slowly leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, drawing a moan from deep in his throat. She heard him inhale sharply as her lips wrapped around his thickness and she took him into her mouth. The taste of the fluids that dripped onto her tongue made her ache even more. She gave his cock a good long suck, watching his legs shake in response.
With her hands on his ass, she leaned back, pulling him to straddle her body as she lay back on the cool sheets.
“Ohhhh, I want to fuck your mouth,” he moaned.
She wagged her tongue and sucked periodically as he slowly pressed his cock in and out of her mouth. He’d gently lunge deep until he touched her throat and then deliver short, quick thrusts against her tongue. As his moans grew in intensity, she brushed the curls back from her face and closed her eyes.
“You want a facial?” he groaned in delight.
She nodded ever so slightly.
“You haven’t asked for this since Florida.”
He was right. She hadn’t, but seeing his Spartan jersey had triggered her latent fascination. She desperately needed to feel him release in this most intimate of ways.
A moment later, he pulled his cock from her mouth and delivered a few quick strokes before splashing the first shot of release against her cheek. The second splashed against her curls before another hit her tongue like a bulls eye.
She felt her toes curl and her pussy drip as his cum slid down her throat while he continued to stroke. No matter how often they fucked, she absolutely loved that Nicholas always seemed to have a heavy load for her.
“Oh my god,” he moaned as he stroked another long shot to land on her lips and down her chin. He wanted every inch of her stunning face to be covered with his manhood. He was mildly disappointed that he’d missed her eyes. He hadn’t realized how erotic it was to see his creamy white fluid against her lashes.
She opened her eyes and licked her lips as Nicholas handed her a towel. Before she would wipe off her face, he’d run his fingers through his cum. She squealed as he rubbed it on her taut nipples, pinching and twisting as he did.
He continued to rub and tease her nipples as she wiped off her face, stimulating the hard erect buds until she was moaning noisily. He was both surprised and exhilarated when she began to writhe beneath him. He was nowhere near her pussy, yet she appeared to be on the verge of an orgasm. “Are you going to come?” he asked with yearning desire in his voice.
“Yessss,” she moaned as he delivered a final set of tweaks and tugs to her breasts.
He watched her body quiver and then slowly come to rest as he sat on her hips. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Her heightened arousal had led to a nipple orgasm. The first, he was certain, of his lifetime.
He lay next to her, holding and kissing her until she reluctantly left his embrace for a much-needed second shower of the night.
* * * *
Aurora sat bolt upright in bed, woken from a deep sleep. Her heart was beating against her chest and she was gasping for air. She felt her hand between her legs as she realized her pussy was still pounding like her racing heart. As she looked around the darkened room she remembered they were in Lansing. Nicholas lay at her side, breathing peacefully as he slept.
The dream that had awoken her suddenly flashed in her mind. She vividly remembered the bright white room full of naked men all facing her as they stroked cocks of all sizes. She whimpered as she realized that it was her, Aurora Reagan, who knelt in front of them, waiting for them to unload.
As she shifted, she immediately realized that the sheets beneath her were soaked. This wasn’t just sweat whisked from her body, she realized as she touched the sheets that puddled between her legs.
“Oh my god,” she quietly moaned, “I came so hard I squirted.”
She was overwhelmed, bewildered, and exhausted. She lay back down and curled up next to Nicholas.
“You’re awake?” he mumbled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He shifted under the sheets and pulled her close before slowly feeling dampness underneath him. His subconscious knew this needed to be explored. Dragged from sleep, he asked, “Why are the sheets damp?”
“I had a dream.”
He felt the sheets again. He was wide-awake now. “What on earth were you dreaming Aurora? The bed is soaked.”
“It was the shirt,” she said as tears filled her eyes.
“What shirt?”
She sniffled and sat up, pointing at his jersey on the chair. “Seeing you in that shirt today brought back thoughts I hadn’t had in weeks.”
He was propped up on his elbows trying to make out her expressing in the dimly lit room. “My football jersey made your pussy wet?” he asked in confusion.
She grabbed his hand and placed it on the wettest area of the bed. “That’s not from a wet pussy, Nicholas. I came so hard in my sleep that I squirted all over the sheets,” she exclaimed before collapsing into his arms.
He could see how overwhelmed she was. “Tell me again about your dream.”
She took a deep breath and tried to explain. “Your shirt brought back all kinds of thoughts. All of those things I was thinking about months ago. Facials and…and the bukkake film we watched.”
He held her close, trying to understand how this all fit into a dream.
The memories were already growing fuzzy. “In my dream, I was wearing your jersey.”
He could see
how that would be arousing.
“I was standing in a room full of people. Men,” she clarified.
He felt himself bristle as she continued.
“They were all standing there, watching me…while they masturbated.”
He was slowly processing what she had said. “You…you dreamt you were in a bukkake?” he asked cautiously.
“I think so,” she anxiously admitted.
“Whoa.” He sat quietly for a moment as he thought. He knew she felt vulnerable and he had to tread carefully. “Is this something you’ve thought about?” he asked.
“Not until now,” she said defensively. She spat out the words, “Until I saw that shirt, I hadn’t thought about anything like this.”
“I’m not sure we can blame the Spartans,” he said softly.
She groaned and buried her face in his chest. “What is wrong with me?”
He thought as he ran his fingers over her hair. “I’m not sure there’s anything wrong with you Aurora. Maybe you’re having a sexual fantasy.” A fantasy that would be hot as fuck if it were real.
“I’m so confused,” she admitted.
“You’re not sure if you wanted to be there in that room?” he asked curiously.
She sighed heavily. “I don’t know,” she whined. “If I didn’t want to be there, why did it make me come?”
She made a good point. “You don’t need to figure it out tonight, Aurora. Why don’t we try and get some rest and if you want, we can talk more tomorrow.”
* * * *
Aurora was uncharacteristically silent at Sunday brunch with friends and rather withdrawn on the return flight to New York. He knew that whatever Aurora did, she did it with intensity and complete focus. He suspected she was working though her thoughts on the cataclysmic dream as she stared out the airplane window. As they landed, she seemed to snap back to attention.
“I had a wonderful weekend, Nicholas. It was an incredible surprise to see the football game.”
He smiled across the cabin. If she only knew how incredible it made him feel to please her. ”I love you, Aurora. More than you can possibly imagine.”
* * * *
After a long day of meetings, Aurora left the office at five o’clock. All day she had fought to push her personal thoughts away as she dealt with one business issue after another. She needed to think.
Instead of heading toward the upper west side, she asked her driver to drop her at the fitness club. She sent Nicholas a text that she would be late, before stepping onto the treadmill. Even though the facility was packed, she tuned out the crowds to focus on her run.
As she clocked one mile after another, she struggled with the notion that her subconscious would even entertain the idea of someone in her high profile position would participate in a bukkake. Even as she ran, she could feel the familiar response of arousal. She ramped up the treadmill speed, determined to force herself to focus on something other than her apparent sexual fantasy. As sweat dripped down her cheek, memories of Leo’s cum dripping down her chin flashed into her mind. She pushed harder, setting the machine to an incline. Her legs burned as she climbed the imaginary hill, fighting thoughts of the white room full of naked men she had dreamt about.
Why am I even thinking about this? She knew that as a high profile executive, bukkake shooters could easily ruin her professional reputation, as well as her status as a role model if her involvement in something taboo were leaked.
This is ridiculous. It could never happen. I’d be exposed and that just isn’t worth it.
She slowed the treadmill, surprised to see that she had just run her tenth mile in record pace. She wiped down the machine before snagging an elliptical machine that had just become available. She punched in the settings that would give her butt a good workout, determined to keep the round curve of her ass that most thirty-five-year-old women she met seemed to have lost.
No matter what she told herself the thoughts of a bukkake reentered her mind as she continued her workout.
She was distracted by an argument across the facility. As best she could tell, two guys were throwing punches in the free weight area. As she watched, a group of guys surrounded them, watching and waiting to see what happened. She observed their strong muscular bodies as they moved about, not wanting to miss out on the action. Her imagination shifted to a circle of naked men watching her as they shuffled and moved about. She felt a deep ache between her legs as she took in the scene.
When the fight was finally broken up, she turned her focus back to her workout. With only seven minutes left in her program, she was at the peak demand and her legs and ass were telling her just how hard she was pushing.
She looked around the gym, watching the buff body builders and toned athletes readying their bodies for summer. She realized that the room was filled with attractive men. Blonde hair, brown hair, black hair, and bald. She noticed men with steely blue eyes and warm brown eyes. She had never imagined the faces of the men who faced her, only their bodies. She shuddered at the thought of trusting any one of these men to splash cum on her face and then going off to tell the world about their experience.
Suddenly realizing how late it was, Aurora cooled down with a few stretches before taking a quick shower. She arrived at the brownstone just as a landscape architect stepped from her car for their six o’clock meeting.
“I’m sorry I’m late. The time got away from me at the gym.”
“No problem. I’ve just arrived myself.”
“I had planned to change,” Aurora explained as she unlocked the front door and invited her guest inside.
“Not to worry. I completely understand a busy schedule. If it’s okay with you, I’ve got a personal commitment at seven-thirty so it’s fine with me if we get right to work.”
Aurora not only appreciated her candor and her tenacity, but also her own personal sense of style.
Together, the two women stood at the massive kitchen island as they poured over the design ideas and material samples that Aurora had gathered. She was noticeably distracted as they mixed and matched fabrics, tiles, and stone. She couldn’t decide on complimentary groupings or layouts as the designer showed her one option after another. Aurora finally requested Nicholas to join them, watching as he effortlessly assembled the perfect combination that had eluded her.
They all made a quick trip to the fifth floor to confirm the placement of shrubs and furniture. Nicholas noticed Aurora looking off at the city skyline as the architect spoke. He confirmed the plans and then ushered them all back to the front door before turning to Aurora. “You’ve just come from the gym. Why don’t you go run a bath? I’ll be up in a few minutes to talk about your day.”
She didn’t argue. She was tired and a soothing soak in the tub sounded like a perfect way to escape her thoughts.
When Nicholas entered the en-suite twenty minutes later, she had been surrounded by bath salts and submersed in bubbles for some time. He set a glass of wine on the ledge surrounding the tub before sitting down across the room from her.
“How was your day?”
She shifted under the water before finally saying, “It was busy. There was a lot to deal with today.”
“Anything major?”
She wondered if a room full of men shooting cum onto her face counted as major. She chose another response. “We had a shipping container go overboard on stormy seas. We lost a lot of inventory destined for the American market. Most of the items we lost were pre-ordered by loyal clients.”
“Oh. I’m sure insurance can replace them.”
“Well no, some can’t be replaced, because the specific fabric the designer used was one-of-a-kind and there isn’t another source,” she said tartly. “We don’t churn these things out like Honda civics.”
He exhaled through his nose. “Well no.” He knew she was agitated. He wondered if there was any right response to her questions or comments. All he knew was that the carefree and contented woman he’d enjoyed before flying to MSU was nowhere to b
e found. For Nicholas, it was excruciating to see her like this. He stood to leave. “It’s almost eight o’clock. I’m starving. I’m going to go order dinner. Have you eaten?”
She turned her head and stared blankly at him before finally answering, “I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
He sat back down. “You don’t remember?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t think I did.”
He exhaled heavily. “So you left the office and went to the gym, then came here to meet with the landscape architect. Now you’re having a bath. You don’t remember if you ate dinner?”
“I’ve had a lot on my mind,” she said in frustration. “No. I don’t think I ate.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.
She shook her head. “I’m not ready.”
He probed a little deeper. “Have you talked to Melissa about what’s… on your mind?”
“No. She’s shooting a legal drama on location in Toronto. She won’t be around this week.”
He didn’t like that response. He knew that when Aurora needed to think, she went for a run. When she needed to talk, she went to Melissa. “Well, I’m not Mel, but I’m here if you want to talk.”
Still neck deep in water, she turned to face him. “Thank you, Nicholas. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said while rising from the bench. “I’ll order you a salad and some grilled chicken. You need to eat.”
She smiled peacefully and then closed her eyes as he left the master bath. Her stomach gnarled from not having eaten. Then, it churned from the unsettled feeling she’d been battling over her inconceivable role in a bukkake.
