Max comes to her senses as she receives a facial

“Oh, you whore!”

The sensual cock massage seemed to do the trick for Sketchy as it felt like her cunt was literally trying to suck him off. Overwhelmed by sudden urgency, he acted right away. Another breathless gasp was forced from her mouth as all of a sudden, his dick and his finger were pulled from her holes, leaving her shockingly empty and before she even knew what was happening, she was grabbed by the collar of her leather jacket and unceremoniously yanked backwards.

“Mmnoo!” Max gasped. She tried to keep her footing, but her orgasm had left her legs feeling like jello. Sketchy dragged her down and she collapsed, falling onto her bare ass on the alleyway floor. She just barely managed to catch herself with her hands before she fell completely and glared up at him. The orgasm and the sudden shock of the manhandling were enough to momentarily cut through the lust-filled haze and suddenly she felt indignant at the disrespectful treatment. Nonetheless, she was also left sluggish and slow to react and she could do little more than watch as her lanky co-worker stepped over her, dick in hand. Her eyes darted from his face to his cock and a sudden horror gripped her as she realized his intention.

“Mmmph…” was all she managed to mumble into her panties. With excruciating awareness, she watched the small hole at the tip of Sketchy’s dick dilate, then a lance of gelatinous, white-ish jizz erupted towards her. She jerked as the creamy cum hit her square in the face, plastering across her left cheek and the bridge of her nose. Instinctively, she attempted to pull away, but Sketchy grabbed her hair and twisted her back to face him with surprising strength.

“Take it, you slut!” he hissed through grit teeth, stroking and aiming and a horrified Max found herself frozen with shock, unable to do anything but sit there and be his cum target. A second shot splashed across her chin and lips, a third one streaked her forehead, all the way from her right eyebrow into her hairline. She twitched with each one, the third one even causing her to give an embarrassing yelp, but she remained.

A minute ago, carried by the high of the heat-fueled sex, the idea of a facial would have been a turn-on, but with the orgasm, that haze had been lifted and all that remained was the clarity that she had just fucked one of her best friends and he was now shooting his thick load all over her face.

She barely managed to close her eyes in time as jet number four and five glued her left eyelid shut completely, leaving her a half-blinded, complete mess. The ferocity of his orgasm seemed to subside though, as they were followed by weaker spurts that Sketchy directed mainly at her cheeks and tightly-sealed lips, either oblivious or uncaring about her reluctance.

Her face burned hot when he was finally done, lips quivering with shame and disgust. She was utterly humiliated, all three of her holes used by her friend, topped off by a porn star style facial. Sketchy let go of her hair and staggered back, clumsily crashing back onto the stack of pallets with a light-headed chuckle. His big, spent dick flopped with the movement as he blissfully closed his eyes.

“Fuck, Max….” she heard him groan, “I didn’t know you were this… fun!”

It was meant as a compliment, but Max felt her throat close up with panic and dread. Following what she had done all evening, she acted without thought. Without making a sound, she climbed to her feet. Her knees were shaking as she hastily pulled her jeans up, buckling them, shuddering as the rough denim slid over her bare, sensitive nether lips. With two fingers, she pulled the soaked panties from her mouth, wincing at the sight. They were ruined anyway, so she used them to quickly wipe some of the cum from her face, then toss the soiled fabric into a nearby trashcan.

She gave Sketchy a quick glance, finding him half-passed out and grinning like an idiot, oblivious to what she was doing. A wave of nausea hit her as what had just happened sank in more and more and she felt fresh tears in her eyes.

Stifling a sob, she jumped on top of her bike. The Kawasaki awakened to life with a roar and Max didn’t waste another second, revving up and shooting out of the alley with screeching tires.

As she raced along the deserted Seattle streets, she allowed herself to let out the shock and embarrassment, sobbing unabashedly into the night. She might have just altered her life as she knew it. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Through the humiliation and pain, she felt the hot fog of the heat already rise again. It wasn’t satisfied. This wasn’t over!