Fantasizing about a face fuck

Miranda let the hot water wash over her body. Rivulets of liquid splashed over her face and down her slender neck, curving around her breasts down her taut abs and tracing a path down to her shaved vulva.

She had her eyes closed, facing the showerhead, and her brain kept going back to the smell and taste of Peter's cum. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced -- words like "sweet" or "salty" didn't describe it, it was like a new, sixth flavor that went straight to her pleasure centers. She could still imagine the scent of it filling her nostrils, the taste of it on her tongue, the feel of it on her breath after the she swallowed.

Without noticing, she slipped one hand down to her crotch as she indulged in the powerful sense-memory. Leaning against the shower wall, she traced small, gentle circles on her clit as the water washed over her perfect body. Miranda imagined herself on her knees, taking that thick cock into her mouth. She would use every trick in the book on him. She'd play with his balls, stroke his cock with smooth, twisting motions. She'd lick his sensitive cockhead and make it jump. His precum would flow freely onto her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down.

Surely he couldn't resist long, especially if she looked into his eyes and she pleasured his thick rod. She'd make that nerd shoot his hot, delicious spunk straight into her mouth. She imagined rolling it around on her tongue, spitting it back out and slurping it back up. Smearing the sticky white cum all over her lips and nose so her senses would be overwhelmed with the smell of it.

Even the mental image of it got her incredibly turned on. She could feel the slickness of her girlcum, distinct from the water running over her labia. She kept up her daydreaming, moving faster now, approaching an orgasm.

What if she let him just fuck her face? Could she take that thick rod down her throat? She'd **** on it, surely. And his earlier load was massive. If he shot all that down her throat, what if she choked and some of it came out of her nose? Or, what if she asked him to come on her face. That magnificent cock could probably cover her entirely in a mask of cum, hair to chin, sealing her eyes shut. He'd probably stay hard, looking at her marked like that. Then he could keep fucking her cum-covered face, and shoot another massive load into her waiting, obedient mouth.

The vivid mental image was enough to put her over the edge, and she experienced a quaking orgasm that left her leaning against the wall so she didn't fall over.

What's gotten into me? I've never wanted to swallow, or even liked cum that much. What happened?

Post-orgasm, the rational, scientific part of her thought, Something strange is going on. I better investigate Peter to figure out if something weird is happening. The less rational part chimed in, ...and I'll probably need to experience his cum a few more times to get to the bottom of this.

Stepping out of the shower, she glanced at her phone, and considered calling him now. But she steeled herself and decided to sleep on it -- maybe things would be clearer in the morning.