Semen Slut Maria - Part 1 - Indoctrination I love semen. I love its warmth, texture, aroma, color and taste. I love the way it looks as it ejaculates from a man's body. I love the way it looks puddled on my skin. I love the way it makes me feel as it lies there. I love to run my fingers through it and play with it making little designs from strings. I love the way it separates....the clear liquid running down my face and body. I love the way it dries on my skin, a white crusty reminder that it's with me. I love that it comes deep from inside a man from its own special glands and delivered through its own route from inside a scrotum and through the tip of an engorged penis. I love its force as it ejaculates onto or into me. I love its ability to procreate. And I love its taste. I love the saltiness of the liquid and the sweetness of the white matter. I love the way it coats my teeth. I love to have it linger in my mouth swirling around and around. And I love the sticky texture as it slides down my throat. I love the contented feeling it leaves in my stomach before being digested and distributed throughout my entire body. Yes, I love semen and the power it has over me. And so it should be no surprise when I leaped at the chance to experience the art of Japanese bukkake. But I get ahead of myself. First, let me tell you a little about what brought me to that decision. I first tasted cum when I was 15. I swallowed as I was told and from then on eating sperm became part of my life. As I matured I became sexually active exploring many different ways to please myself and my partners. I learned to use my other orifices offering them willingly. I simply learned to fuck! At 22 I thought I fell in love but after 3 years I learned what love is not and was soon divorced. In the ensuing years, I learned to enjoy the female persuasion as well as a few male encounters. Then, at the age of 27, I did fall in love. At 28 I married and for a few wonderful years we enjoyed each others pleasure. But the lust began to wane and we both wondered if that's all there was. Then by chance our life turned around. At a conference my husband met a retired Japanese doctor. Instead of practicing medicine, he and his wife now engaged in part time marriage counseling. My husband lamented that previous counselors had failed us and was disenchanted with those professionals. He was surprised when the Dr. agreed with him stating that his approach was unique and different but not for everybody. When prodded, he stated that sex had to be at the base of the problem for him to counsel. As they continued to talk, this seemed to be our problem and so the Dr. agreed to meet us and see if he could help. Our counseling then began. Eventually I had a day session alone with him where he prodded deep into my brain to learn about my hidden desires, shielded fantasies and buried lusts. After doing the same with my husband we met jointly learning that we shared hidden sexual dreams that could be realized igniting our lives. Following his advice, our lives changed leading up to the beginning of my training as a bukkake girl 6 months ago. I will return to what led me up to this point but let me not bore you, instead leaping ahead to my first session. I was told to come to the Dr's house at 7:00 PM wearing only a thin sundress, preferably one that buttoned down the front. Other than sandals, no other clothing could be worn. I was to take the almost 2 hour subway ride alone and then walk the 1/2 mile to his home. As I put on my pink large flowered button down dress, the thin fabric engaged my enraged nipples sending electric waves directly to my clit. I rubbed it a bit as I buttoned up and left for the train. When I arrived, I was shown into a drawing room where the Dr's wife explained what was expected of me. First, I would be undressed completely and led to the center of the room where I would kneel on a mat. My hands would be lightly bound to my sides. This was necessary, she explained, as I was not permitted to touch or remove any of the sperm or interfere in any way with the men's use of me. I was to remain still as they ejaculated over my face. It will become necessary to close my eyes as the sperm will burn a bit. I nodded knowingly, having experienced that numerous times. She indicated it would soon pass and cause no harm. The men would continue to cum over me until they were all done. The object of this lesson was for me to simply get used to being subjected and covered in cum. She said some other things but my breath deepened as I thought about what brought me to the point of having my face used as a depository for countless men. I thought about how the Dr revealed my deep down tendency to be submissive. Not to the point where I was sadistically used, but in more subtle ways like being told what to wear. This culminated when my job was dissolved 1-1/2 years ago in a corporate takeover. Finding myself back on the job market, the Dr decided this was a good time to change my wardrobe and to set my husband as the authority on my clothing. The following Saturday the Dr and his wife came to our house to review my wardrobe. First all of my pantyhose were thrown away followed by virtually every single pair of panties I owned. My bras were also discarded except for just a few small lacy ones. I watched, stripped naked as my closet was also stripped of any skirt or dress of knee length or greater. Blouses that were not revealing enough made the pile and most of my sweaters and slacks also contributed to the growing pile on the floor. In the end, I was left with little clothing. My wardrobe was replaced with short skirts and slutty dresses, revealing blouses and see thru tops. The pantyhose were replaced with stockings and comfortable shoes with cum-fuck-me heels. The panties were replaced with ultra sexy models and colors. As I listened to the Dr's wife's distant words, I trembled remembering that I had not had a single pair of pantyhose on, ever, in the past year. I trembled knowing how excited that made me! I came back to her instructions as she asked me again if I had any questions. I nodded that I did not and as she reminded me not to open my mouth or suck them. I was then directly led to the adjoining room. It was very large with 3 large screen TV's behind me on the adjacent walls. An audience of 30-40 people, mostly men sat in front of me. I remember her saying something about being watched but my mind was elsewhere. Around the back two corners of the room stood 12 men clad only in briefs. Many were already erect. The Dr led me to the mat where another man bound my arms firmly to my sides as the Dr addressed the crowd in Japanese, in turn fondling my breasts, and tweaking my already hard nipples. He then opened my legs and showed the men my vagina pulling back the lips slightly to reveal my engorged clit. I could hear murmurs and see heads nod approvingly as I was displayed for their pleasure. The Dr then turned me around and bent me over. He then rudely pulled my butt cheeks apart revealing my anus to all. He spoke a long time about it, making circles around it and sometimes directly touching the opening. He then moved his fingers down and roughly opened my vagina again for the men. I was sure he was explaining how wet and excited I was. As my legs weakened, I gladly accepted the opportunity to kneel on the mat facing the men. My eyes glazed over as I watched their intense scrutiny as the first man's hard cock appeared inches from my face. In seconds a hot stream of semen hit above my left brow, over the base of my nose and onto my right cheek. A smaller spurt grazed across my upper lip and droppings were shaken over my hair and cheek. Almost immediately, from the other side a large deposit was made on my cheekbone. He then rubbed his cockhead across my lips depositing another generous amount on them. I could feel the first man's cum start to run over my upper lip. I remembered her words that "Any semen entering your mouth was to be swallowed. It is not to be spit out. Semen is too precious to be wasted." I pulled my lips inward, gathering some cum from both men into my mouth holding it there as I was instructed until I had a sufficient amount. The third man pulled my head back and shot his load in the center of my forehead. Other spurts came and started to puddle in my closed left eye socket. The fourth man groaned loudly cumming directing on my right eye. It soon began to burn as the salty liquid separated and ran in. Numbers 5 and 6 came from both sides on my cheeks, nose and lips. The next man turned my head upward and came right onto my upturned nostrils and over my lips and chin. I shuttered, stifling a moan as the hot semen began to drip down my neck and onto my breasts and legs joining the various splatters from the other men's final drops. The next four men were a blur as they streamed their seed all over my face...the cum heavily coating my closed eyes and cheeks. Just when I thought they were done, another man came over my lips, not heavily but the new sperm ran mostly into my mouth. Seconds later another small blast hit the right side of my nose and ran in heavy globs down my cheek and onto my body. As the onslaught subsided, my breath became labored yet my senses were awakened to the smell, feel and taste of the sperm. I leaned my head back a bit, licked my lips a little and gulped down the little bit of semen I had taken in. I became aware that the cum was running down my chest making hot then cold streamers exciting me. Gradually my eyes opened and cleared and I felt the slick coating covering my face. The audience was starting to gather around me. Many were taking pictures. I moaned, wondering where these would end up. Some were close-ups of my cum-covered face, tits and even a few of my cunt. While I was virtually helpless, I did oblige a few men by looking directly at the camera through my now red eyes. I stayed in that position until all the pictures were taken and the Dr, standing nearby had answered all of their inquiries. I felt my hands being untied as the men exited. The Dr's wife appeared and handed me a small ladies handkerchief telling me to clean-up with that. The heavy layer of cum saturated the cloth almost immediately but since it was the only thing available I used it as best I could, in some cases spreading it around more and adding to my coverage. I was handed my dress and shoes and told to leave without saying a word. As I was left alone to dress, I started to orgasm with spasms rising and falling in my groin. As I went to button the dress, I felt it sticking in some places. I noticed too that the top two buttons had been removed as had the two bottom buttons leaving my dress open to mid thigh and halfway down my breasts. The night air chilled me as I made my way to the subway. I realized my nipples again were hardened, poking through the thin dress. I crossed my legs revealing my thighs speckled with now dried cum. I clenched them against my clit to orgasm as strangers looked at my face wondering what brought me to this state. When I finally reached my car I tore off my dress and left it on the ground, driving then to a corner of the dimly lit parking lot where I frigged myself to my third orgasm of the evening fueled by the thought of another lesson being taught to me just a week later.