Facial

"I'm...not...getting...knocked up," says Taylor. She pulls off of you and turns around.

You shoot your wad on her face. "Ugh, disgusting," she says.

"Would you rather think of me as your secret sex tutor or your lord and master?" you ask.

"That's easy, my secret sex tutor." As soon as Taylor say that, the annoyance and anger towards you vanishes.

"See, it's all good," you say. "This is to make your relationship with your boyfriend better."

"Of course," she says.

"I'm sure your boyfriend is very disappointed you do not love the taste of his cum or crave it on your face," you continue. "Would you rather love the taste of his cum or be repulsed by the though of it?"

"Well, of course, I'd rather love the taste," said Taylor. "In fact, I think I'm not sure why I didn't love it before."

"Good, and would you rather crave his cum all over your face or be repulsed by the thought of it?"

"Crave it."

"Excellent, and would you rather orgasm anytime he cum on or in your, or not orgasm when that happens?"

"Well, duh, orgasm."

"Very good, Taylor, we made a lot of progress." You look around and see a photo of Taylor with another young woman. They are at a beach and wearing bikinis. The other woman is Taylor's height with wavy blonde hair, athletic toned legs, and perky B cups. You point at the photo. "Is that your roommate?"

"Yes, that's Cindy."

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No, in fact she's coming off a bad breakup."

"Would you rather have a three-way with Cindy and your boyfriend or your boyfriend have sex with just her?"

Taylor had to think about it. "I guess a three-way." She looked at the photo as if seeing Cindy in a different light.

"I'm going to go clean up," says Taylor. "Make yourself at home."

"Thank you," you watch Taylor leave. You go into the kitchen and grab a soda from the fridge then go back to the couch. The front door to the apartment opens.