My First Facial Ch. 02

Ch. 02: Birth of a Cum Slut

Once I calmed down, I began replying to the continued stream of e-mails I had received after having logged out earlier, letting them know I had already had my facial, and that it was far hotter than I imagined it would be. The overwhelming majority of replies suggested that I should let them know if I decided to do it again. A few even suggested that they'd pay money or provide other compensation to me for allowing them to cum on my face. At first, I just blew these offers off, but after about the tenth one I began to seriously think about how that might work. A hundred dollars just to let someone cum on me? Without any penetration? As outlandish as that sounds, that's what many were offering. A couple of travel agents were offering up to three round-trip tickets anywhere I wanted to fly, and a flight crew member from a major airline was offering "buddy tickets" for me and my GF to go to places like Aruba, the Bahamas, or anywhere else his airline flew if I'd let him unload on my face on a flight he was on. Wow!

A few of the guys wanted to know why this was a fantasy of mine ? what was driving me to want to have some random guy cum on my face? I've pretty much always been the dominant one in my relationships ? not bossy, bitchy dominant, but the one who basically drove where the relationship went sexually. I've recently come to a place in my life where I want to explore my submissive side a bit. I want to be abused and degraded during sex ? slapped, spit on, cum on, pissed on, face fucked, choked, bitten, tied up, restrained, etc., and have even gotten to the point of wanting to participate in some hard core bondage scenes. My current girlfriend has no desire to explore much of that, so I have no real outlet for it. And though we enjoy some fairly rough sex from time to time, it is nothing like what the dark places in my mind fantasize about.

After the conversation with the other girls about facials, I felt as though it was more "permissible" for me to engage in that kind of activity and put myself in that kind of position. I know it is not "politically correct" as a woman to say that I want to be slapped or spit on during sex, and I have no idea what it is in my mind that makes me curious and wet when I fantasize about it, but it does happen. And those of you who know me know that I am a firm believer in owning your own sexuality and exploring your own limits, fuck what anyone else has to say about it. So this had the potential to become the mechanism through which I could begin to explore this aspect of myself.

I finally worked up the nerve doeda to reply to one who'd offered to pay me $100 and asked if he was being serious. He assured me that he was. I asked if that wouldn't make me a whore. His reply was, "not in his eyes ? it was more of a gift for a service performed." How sweet of him. Semantics aside, I was not disinclined to take him up on it, given my enjoyment of the first one. I mean, getting paid to do something so benign (in my eyes), yet that so many guys were interested in doing and didn't involve me fucking them? It seemed like easy money.

I replied back and asked him if he could meet me in the same parking garage as I met Tony. Though he preferred to meet somewhere less "public" I wasn't about to meet someone in a private house or get in their car without knowing them first; at least, not at this point. After going through a series of negotiations, "Matt" agreed to meet me in the garage around 10PM the next night. I was going to have my car with me this time, with easy access to my panic alarm in case something happened.

At about 9:30 that night, I drove to the garage, and parked in the far back, lesser used area just as we had agreed. I got out and stood against the wall, the dim lighting just bright enough to make it not dark. As I had explained to him, I was wearing a pink shirt and a jean miniskirt. I left the bra and panties at the house to make things easier to get to, since I'd offered to masturbate for him if that would make it easier for him to get off. Though he was running a few minutes late, he finally pulled in. I suggested he park at an angle between my car and the wall so as to provide a space protected from easy viewing to take care of business in case someone else came driving around the corner. He did that and got out. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was ready to go.

"Did you bring the money?" He pulled five $20 bills out of his pocket and handed them to me. I thumbed through them and tucked them into my pocket. For a split second, in the back of my mind, I thought to myself, "You're officially a whore now." This, despite the fact that technically I had been a whore since a co-worker paid me $100 to eat her pussy one night. I'd apparently done a really good job, and she'd given me the money just so she could call me her whore. Silly bitch.

"Okay, here's the deal. You pull it out and jerk yourself off. I am going to lean against the wall here and masturbate for you. Once you get to the point where you're ready to cum, let me know, and I'll get on my knees in front of you. You can grab eş değiştirmeli porno my hair if you like so that you can make sure you get my face with it. Other than that, there's no touching me, okay?"

"Sounds good. Fuck, you're hot. This won't take long anyway. Any chance you'll suck me off? For an extra hundred, maybe?"

"No, dude. I told you what the rules are." He began jerking off his eight-inch, hard-as-a-rock cock, and I could tell he was enjoying being watched. I lifted up my skirt and flashed him my baby smooth pussy, then dipped a finger into my cunt and began playing with myself. Just to help spur things on, I pulled the finger out, put it in my mouth, sucked my juices off, and then returned it to my pussy. That was as far as I got before he announced that he was ready to blow.

"Come here, slut."

Though his calling me a slut stung me for a fraction of a second, I moved towards him and got down on my knees. He reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair and moved my head to a couple of inches in front of his cock. The image of a cock head so close to your face, knowing that it is getting ready to explode is hard to describe. It is incredibly sexy, yet fear inducing at the same instant. You know what got it there, but you know that at that range it can cause some damage if things aren't handled the right way. Watching a guy jerk himself off at that angle was new to me as well and the whole combination of everything going on at that moment put me on the verge of an orgasm myself. This session was even more intense than my first one because I wasn't as nervous as I was before and could focus more on the eroticism of what was taking place.

At that range I knew it was going to sting, so I girded myself for the impact. The first shot hit me just below the right eye, but I couldn't pull back because he was holding my head. The second shot followed pretty quickly after that and got me right on the nose. It began draining off the end of my nose and caused it to itch like hell, but things were moving too quickly for me to react to it.

The third shot followed right on the mouth, and a fourth shot hit me square in the right eye. Matt then took his cock and rubbed his cum into my face. I hadn't anticipated that, but it didn't squick me out too badly. He let go of my hair, and I stood up and began trying to wipe the cum out of my eyes with my fingers. "Those were some good shots. I hope you enjoyed that." Matt just stood there for a minute as if he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at this point. "Thanks, dude." genç porno

I picked up my purse and began walking off opposite of the direction of my car so he wouldn't know that it was mine, the cum still dripping from my face. I wanted him to believe I was going to leave with his load on my face. In the meantime, he quickly zipped his pants up, got back in his car and drove on out. I returned to my car, got in and spent the next five minutes wiping my face off, and then I masturbated. I thought to myself, I am a whore! I just took money for a sexual service ? that is what whores do, right? I know I didn't actually have sex with him, but what we did was a sexual exchange. That made me....a whore. For some reason, this made me terribly horny. So I pulled my skirt up and masturbated again, giving myself two orgasms in succession before I even left the garage.

I drove the few blocks home trying to analyze what I had done; I was terribly confused. Despite my trying to find something to feel bad about, though, I just couldn't. I don't know if this was because I hadn't actually fucked him, or if that even really mattered. I wondered if prostitutes felt this way after their first trick. All I knew was that I was $100 richer for nothing more than a few minutes of sex play. I just couldn't bring myself to feel bad about it. And, in all actuality, I was turned on by it.

After I got home and cleaned up, I got back online and started e-mailing some of the others who'd said they'd pay to splatter my face. Several replied back that they were serious about being willing to pay for the privilege of cumming in my face if I was serious about letting them do it. There were some who balked at paying $100 to do so, however. But few could argue when I made the point that this was a special service ? not even hookers would allow customers to cum on their faces, generally speaking. The special nature of the service justified the price in my eyes. Those who didn't want to pay that much I just blew off (no pun intended).

So, over the next few hours, I negotiated with almost two dozen guys about setting up little trysts where they'd pay me to allow them to jerk off on my face. On the following Saturday alone, I arranged for eight such sessions, another two on Sunday, and three more the following Monday. The prospect of making $1,300 in three days for simply being a cum receptacle was astounding. I was amazed at the number of guys who wanted to do this ? I had gotten well over 150 replies to my original ad! The vast majority of them had indicated that their current or ex girlfriends simply wouldn't allow them to do it at home, and it was something they had a serious desire to do. Serious enough, apparently, to shell out some major cash for the opportunity. But those are stories for other times.

Right now we just need to decide if we want to go to Aruba or the Bahamas.