Hannah gets a facial [Facial selfie](-50 Lust, +20 Suspicion)

Hannah moaned as she sucked on Ashton’s hard cock, and looked up to see him staring down in lust and awe, as if confirming with his eyes that this was really happening… And she felt the same at that moment. She was really doing this! Sucking his cock like a slut, while he watched! The thrill of it sent a wave of pleasure down her abdomen, where she felt her pussy moisten. And yet… She wanted more.

She wanted him to **** her, call her a whore and spit on her face. She wanted him to rub his cock on her face, marking her with his scent and making her all messy before spurting his sticky cum all over her. She wanted it so bad her pussy ached! But when she looked up at Ashton again, and saw that he was surprised even at the sight of a normal blowjob… She couldn’t push it too far. Maybe one day she could get him to actively **** her like she wanted, but it would not be today. Her hand moved down to her pussy, rubbing it over her panties as she tried to calm herself down.

But she couldn’t calm down. In fact, rubbing her clit only made her want to be degraded even more. ‘Well, there’s nothing wrong with pushing things a little… Is there?’ She thought, and the intensity of her desire doubled, burning past her resistance, her ****. She wanted this. She needed this.

So she took his cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him before asking, “are you enjoying my mouth, babe?” She then playfully rubbed the tip against her lips while waiting for his reply. He gasped and hesitated, squirming slightly on the couch before replying.

“Yeah, it feels… Kinda surreal. I, umm… Didn’t see things going this way.” He chuckled awkwardly, before his eyes widened and he hastily added. “B-but in a good way! It feels, um… Amazing. Hmm, yeah…”

He closed his eyes and stifled another moan as she teased him with her tongue while rubbing it more across her face. She could feel a mix of his precum and her spit slathering on her face, and she had to suppress a moan herself while her hand pressed hard between her legs. “You’re enjoying your slutty girlfriend’s mouth? Hmm?”

He looked surprised at her language, and seeing this new side of her, opening his mouth before closing it without a word. He then hesitated before finally opening his mouth and speaking, “Ahh… I’m really enjoying you, um… Sexy. Mouth,” he paused and took a deep breath as she sucked on him more. “I… Do you want-ah! Y-you want… Me to… Mmm… R-repay the favor? A-and make you feel good-Unnh!” He licked his lips, brows arched with pleasure before looking back down at Hannah.

She shook her head and took him out her mouth again. “I’m enjoying myself right now… Mmm, buuut… There is something you can do? Something that would really turn me on?” She let the words hang in the air while looking up at him. Pleading with her eyes.

He nodded, smiling. “Sure! Whatever I can do t-to make you feel good!” He said.

“Call me a slut,‘ she asked. His eyes widened with surprise, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Please? I… I wanna be called names when I suck you. I… I want to be called a…” She hesitated, but steeled herself. She had gone too far to stop. “I want you to call me a… A dirty, cock-sucking whore. And… And treat me bad. Uh… Please?”

And she wrapped her lips around his cock before sucking hard, moving her head up and down and making him groan. Trying to make him come around to the idea. Maybe if he got really horny…

“Oh wow. That’s… A lot,” he muttered, smiling nervously. “I, uhh… Never did something like this. It’s not really my nature… I-I don’t know if I can do it?” He looked down, apologetically, which was the opposite of what she wanted.

“I’m sure you can do it, babe!” She insisted, using her hand to keep him hard as she instructed him. “Just… Close your eyes. Please?” He hesitated for a moment before obeying her. “Good. Now picture someone or something that makes you angry. Something that really pisses you off!”

He frowned, his eyes closed, and looked slightly uncomfortable but said nothing. So she continued.

“Picture it. Feel that anger burning inside. Feel it bubbling in your gut, making you even angrier. And angrier… And then. I want you to open your eyes, still feeling that anger, and I want you to call me a whore.”

He opened his eyes and when he looked down she shivered and her pussy clenched out of pure lust. His stare at her was unlike what she had ever seen, she could hardly even believe it was her Ashton! So cold and furious. So full of spite.

“Suck my fucking cock, you dirty whore,” he commanded. And again, the venom in his voice! The contempt, as he looked down on her. It caught even her by surprise.

With a moan she dived on his cock and began sucking relentlessly while rubbing her pussy as hard as she could. She moved her panties aside to better tease her needy pussy as she sucked on him.

“Ah… Yeah…!” He moaned, his voice softening a bit. “Suck it… Mmm. Slut.” But even if his disdainful, angry voice was quickly fading back to normal, the image of his expression was still imprinted in her mind. And she moaned from sheer pleasure while sucking him even harder, feeling him throb in her mouth as his breathing grew faster and more ragged.

“Hmm… Ah.. Oh, I… I’m going to… Gonna cum!” He gasped as a warning. And while rubbing herself furiously with one hand she grabbed his cock with the other and pulled it out of her mouth before pointing it at her face.

“Yeah, cum all over my face… Yessss!” She felt her own orgasm rapidly approaching while she jerked him off. So close. And feeling so good…

He grunted, tensing his body before cumming, the first warm spurt hitting her face as she shut her eyes. She could feel it covering one of her eyes, warm and sticky. A second spurt hiit her lips, but when she felt the **** of his spurt weaken she opened her one good eye and got close to him, making sure the last few drops of his dirty cum landed on her face. This pushed her over the edge and she felt her own pleasure mounting, her breath growing faster too before she closed her eyes and shuddered, moaning as she came. The spasms of pleasure swept up her body and for a brief moment she forgot where she was. It was amazing, her mind completely overwhelmed by that blinding hot, messy bliss. And when she finally calmed down, still enjoying pleasure aftershocks as her orgasm subsided, the feeling of cum on her face, the smell, all of it just turned her on again. Fuck! She could actually go again after a quick rest, if she wanted to.

She didn’t go that far, but her horny desires flaring even after her cumming might have been what pushed her to open one eye and give him a smile before she muttered, “hold on…” And before Ashton’s tired eyes she began looking in her purse , now lying on the ground a few feet away, before she finally found her phone. She took it out and, without hesitating, turned the camera on and flipped the screen before putting her tongue out, a naughty expression on her face, and snapping a photo. The image that was saved showed a complete slut, flushed red cheeks shiny with sweat and white cum glazed across her face as she smiled, proud. Fuck, she felt like a slut again! And it turned her on so much!

“Uhh… Why…?” Ashton hesitated. “Why did you do this?”

She had the grace to look sheepishly back at him before muttering, “I… I just wanted to send you a naughty pic. You know, for when you’re all alone… To remind you of this night?”

“Wow,” he chuckled, looking anxious. “You, um… You’re a lot bolder than I thought. I didn’t think tonight would be, well…”

“Does that bother you?” She asked, her voice small.

“I… No!” He replied, getting on the ground next to her. “I… Just wasn’t expecting this. You know? And… And I’m not sure that I can do the stuff you ask me, I mean… I… I’m so inexperienced with this stuff…”

“You did great!” She reassured him, holding one of his hands and giving it a light squeeze. “Really, the way you looked down and called me a… A slut? Mmm!” And she closed her eyes and shivered, still remembering his cold, angry eyes.

She looked back at him and saw a small smile creep across his lips. “Did I really do well?” He asked, insecure.

She nodded emphatically and rushed to kiss him before stopping herself last minute. Her face was still full of cum and a lot of guys didn’t like her. He saw her stop, hesitated. And then smiled gently while steeling himself before he leaned in and completed the kiss. She could taste some of his salty cum between their lips, but her heart skipped a beat. That kiss, more than anything, gave her hope. Hope that he would accept her. That this could work out between them, and that he was ready to push past his comfort zone for her sake. {if Love = True}At that moment, she fell in love with him even more. And she wondered how much more could she still love him, if their relationship continued.{endif}{if Denial = True}And that meant the world to her. That reassurance that he could accept her. That she wasn’t an unlovable slut. She could still find her place!{endif}{if Manipulation = True}And that meant that he could be pushed further, this way or that. He was malleable. And soon, she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand. She couldn’t wait.{endif}

So she hugged him tightly, cuddling with him on the carpet floor, and for a moment there were no worries or anxiety between them. Nothing but a satisfied, quiet moment of shared happiness and closeness. And for a moment, that is all that mattered to them.