Keep sucking that dick

The observation that Hogan seems to be this excited about your performance is getting you rather electrified as well. You can feel your panties dampening as you intensify your oral efforts even further, proceeding to deepthroat him with fervor. "Oh fuck, oh fuck", he moans, his fingers gripping the bed; and you doubt he's even acting anymore. You don't particularly care; you're almost beckoning him to blow his load now; whether it be on your face or down your throat. You don't particularly care.

In his desperation you feel him flail around before grabbing your hair, forcefully trying to slow down your movements. But you're having none of it, and simply take a deep breath before swallowing his thick black cock down. You can feel your neck bulging outwards as you gurgle around his manhood; still in the process of urging on his impending orgasm. You rub your own thighs together, letting your own hand subconsciously dart downwards under your panties. A quick slippery brush with your finger more than confirms your growing arousal.

You continue to gag and bob your head up and down as Hogan finally surrenders himself to your performance entirely. He has now grown remarkably quiet, which is actually somewhat surprising to you. Suddenly, you become aware of the sound of footsteps coming up from behind. You're pulled out of your sexual frenzy and remember with a tinge of regret that there's actually a plotline to be followed; Sarah is about to catch the two of you in the act. You would turn to look behind you, but it doesn't help that your throat is currently still impaled on Hogan's throbbing shaft.

"What the fuck?", you hear Sarah state as expected, raising her voice in outrage. You quickly pull your head back, dislodging Hogan's cock from your throat with a wet pop.

"It's not what you think!", you hastily respond, readying yourself to turn around and confront her. "I was ju-"

Just then, at that moment, Hogan lets out a guttural grunt and blows his load into your face. You are unprepared; this certainly wasn't in the script. With your head right in front of his pulsing dick, the first spurt goes straight into your left eye. You scream in pain, raising your hands defensively while the second spurt forcefully splashes up against your nose and lips.

"I'm sorry!!", you hear Hogan gasp in apology, despite still actively orgasming all over you. "I c-couldn't..!"

You bend forward and clutch your eye-socket, a stabbing pain still emitting from your eyeball. You are half-blinded as you tightly press your eye-lid closed, desperately trying to wipe it clean with the back of your hand. You feel further warm splotches of semen rain down onto your forehead and into your hair, and the salty taste on your tongue indicates that you also managed to catch some of it in your mouth. You let out some inaudible curses as you writhe around on the floor in agony.

"It's okay, Marcy", you hear Sarah say comfortingly, her voice suddenly coming from right besides you. "Keep blinking. But don't rub your eyes".

You follow Sarah's advice and continue blinking. The vision in your eye is still a little blurry, but the pain dulls into a soft throb. You lean up a little and glance besides you, seeing Sarah kneeled down next to you with an amused smile on her lips. She is naked bare a towel that's wrapped around her waist, and she gently reaches out a finger to brush away some of the semen that is dripping down your forehead. "I told you to go easy on her, mister Premature", she teases Hogan, wagging the cum-stained finger at him. "Not to skip the rest of the script and inseminate her freaking eyeball".

"Cut!", you hear the voice of Mr. Director call out loudly behind you. Almost immediately you hear some murmurings from the crew. You look over your shoulder to see the director step out from the shadows at the edge of the set, walking over towards the three of you. He comes to a standstill right besides you, taking his sunglasses off as he casts Hogan an inquisitive glance. "What the fuck happened there, Hogan?", he asks, looking none too happy.

Hogan has leaned back on the bed in post-orgasmic bliss, but quickly snaps out of it as he is confronted. He casts a brief uncomfortable glance at you before looking back at the director, suddenly seeming rather embarrassed.