He somehow mistakes your exclamations for 'face', giving you your first-ever cum facial

"M.. My... Fuck!" you cry out in a most unladylike manor, lost in the throes of your orgasm and a building second one.

Len's own pending orgasm must have short-circuited his hearing or brain as he seems to hear 'face' instead of 'fuck' and whips his dick out of you with a big slurping sound, leaving your pussy clutching thin air and leaving you abandoned on the cusp of an immense orgasm.

"Hey!" is all you manage before he pushes you down, your butt thumping into a bucket, your hands at your side, wedging you all the way to the bottom.

Len's meaty hand grabs your bangs, tilting your face back as his other beats his pulsing pecker.

"What? No!" you cry, wide-eyed as you realize his intent. Your pleasure derails as you see the purple head of his dick grow bigger. As if in slow motion you see the thick whitish liquid squirt from his dick like school kids out for summer vacation.

Your mouth opens to say 'no' again, but the white fluid splashed into one wide open eye, making you cry out at the stinging sensation. Only then as your hands fail to rise to your defense to you realize you're stuck and at his mercy, and with your stinging eye averted from his white onslaught one side of your face is presented to him like a blank wall to a graffitti artist.

This particular artist groans like a bull and gives another load worthy of the large bovines. the first portion smacks your other eye, but your now closing eye is somewhat protected by your well made-up eyelashes, which shield you from most of the blow. Still, you find both eyes with cum in them and the second squirt's remainders adorn your cheek.

As if to reprimand him you turn to him, mouth opening with no clear idea what to say, and his third, thankfully less voluminous cumshot, shoots upward, catching the underside of both nostrils before the bitter taste of his cum enters your mouth.

Self-preservation kicks in and you lunge forward, taking the head of his still pulsing dick into your mouth. He only has to shots left in him, and they're both relatively feeble, but you grimace at the taste and when he doesn't let go of you right away you reluctantly swallow. the slimy liquid, thankful at least that it wasn't another load in your eye.

Grudgingly you suck a little on the dickhead as you wait for him to pull back, cleaning out the remnants of his icky cum, tasting fluids on it that you realize aren't just his, but from your own love chute as well.

"God that was great!" he enthuses, pulling back at last, tucking himself in with hardly a look from you. "You want another go give me a call," he says and tucks a card in your purse.

As if. Right?

He reaches up, pulling the light cord and leaving you in darkness.

"Hey!" you cry out as he slips out the door, then that light too vanishes, leaving you alone with your arms and butt in a bucket.