Begging

"Please. Let me clean you up." You say wanting more. Hearing this halts the guy in his tracks as he turns around towards you and undresses again. 'Take the wig off' after doing so he walks towards you, cock bouncing with every step and he says 'and put some effort in this time.' you nod quickly and start placing your hands at the back of his legs pulling him closer to you as you eagerly consume his cock licking as much as you can aswell as sucking along it as you continue to pull him towards you taking more cock into your mouth as you lather him with your tongue cleaning every inch before he pulls out to rub his balls against your face and then placing them at your lips and as you suck his balls you can smell nothing but the musk seeping from his dick as it rests across your face. You switch testicles and suck harder encompassing his testicle in your hot wet mouth before feeling it shrivel in mouth as his cock spurts jizz landing in your hair.

'Put the wig on, now.' Withdrawing from his balls you do as he asks feeling the cum rest against your hair.

He pulls you up and pushes you towards the mirror. Look at what a slut you are, mascara running, lipstick smeared, cum hidden on your body and head. Clean your face up whore. You stand at the mirror trying to supress a smile as you remove all your make up before reaplying it, as you do that he adds his number in your phone as 'boss' before texting himself to get your number. Looking back to normal he grabs your arm and says 'you better call me' before shoving you out to the convention floor. Although fully dressed and decent from anyones perspective you feel bare due to the cum residing on your head and body, with every step you take you feel dirtier and dirtier until you finally get where you are going.