Cumdump

Jeff pinches his arm. He's sure he must be dreaming all of this, but the pain tells him otherwise. Lucy probably only let him give her a facial three times. Usually, she'd aim his cock at her chest and he'd watch as she rubbed it into her breasts. She used to say "I like smelling your cum on me as I go about the day."

As for swallowing, that was pretty much a no-go for her. And now, here she was, on her knees with the bartender's cock in her drool-covered hand, offering both options. He was aroused, angry, confused, and jealous.

He hears his voice respond with more of a question, "dump?" He doesn't know why he chose that option. He thinks it might be because defiling her face would be great ****, but also, she asked for it, so was it really ****? His cock pressed against his jeans.

Lucy smiles and nods. "Yes, Master Jeff," she says trying out the honorific for the first time. She spits on Max's cock as she starts stroking it again.

Max grunts, throwing his head back. "Of, fuck yes, fuck, fuck." Ropes of cum explode from his cock and splatter on Lucy's forehead. She squeals with delight with her eyes closed. Trying to aim his dick so her face is properly covered.

Jeff reaches down and squeezes the erection in his pants. He hates how turned on this is making him. He always wanted to see Lucy like this. Even though she was generally vanilla in bed, she was still wild. He always felt this girl was inside her.

"St-stop," Max suddenly begs. Lucy wipes her eyes with her free hand and looks up at him. She's still stroking. He's squirming on his feet.

"Jeff, honey, can I stop?" There's a sadistic edge to the way her eyebrow is raised.

"What?" What sort of question was that? he wasn't the boss of Max. "Yes, of course, stop, Lucy."

She stops and wipes her cum covered hand across her breasts. She looks up at Jeff with a bright grin through Max's globs of cum.

"Don't let this one get away," Max says as he heads to the bathroom to wash off. "She's a fucking beast."

Still smiling, Lucy states "Now you want to watch me do the same for Will."

"And my guy," Jeff, Lucy, and Will all turn to see the couple in the corner have quietly approached while they were all distracted. The woman is smiling and undoing her boyfriend's pants. "We were watching and I figured if the reason you're doing it is to make your boyfriend happy" she nods at Jeff "and if I'm supervising, why not?" She opens his fly and yanks her boyfriend's pants and underwear down. His cock is comparable with Jeff's.

Lucy pushes more cum away from her eyes and licks some of the drips that have made it to her lips. She turns to Jeff just as he hears a zipper to his right. Will has joined the stranger and dropped his pants.

"I'm sorry, man," he says, "I don't think there's any winning this one. If you're pissed about it I'll take you to one of those rage rooms where you pay to smash shit."

Jeff is looking from the couple to Lucy to Will and back to Lucy again. He can't focus. He's lost this round. Or is he winning? He did always tell Lucy he wanted these fantasies to come true, but did he mean it? His cock was aching in his pants and his heart pumping. So many emotions.

"Okay," Lucy says cheerfully, "stand on either side of me and, Master Jeff, stand in the middle so you can see everything."