Naomi gets a facial

Naomi gulped. She hated giving blowjobs, and especially disliked getting any of it on her face or body. It wasn’t just the taste or having the cock in her mouth, it was the stickiness and grossness of it all. To her it felt like having snot on her. It made feel a little sick whenever any of her boyfriends had come in her mouth, especially when they’d insisted that she should swallow it.

“You know what to do,” Clara said to the male ****. He couldn’t see through the latex mask, so she had to walk him over to stand in front of Naomi.

As soon as she stopped moving him, he began to jerk off. His cock grew quickly, and he continued to stroke up and down it while Clara watched as Naomi could do nothing but kneel there in her handcuffs.

“You’re going to be a good boy and come all over Naomi’s face for me aren’t you?” Clara asked.

“Yes Mistress Clara,” he said, a little muffled through the hood.

He kept stroking his cock and Naomi could only watch it right in front of his face and a little pre-come flicked on her. Even that felt gross.

He kept gasping for breath as he continued to jerk off.

“Shall I describe her for you?” Clara asked.

“Yes please Mistress Clara.”

“She’s a gorgeous blonde, with permed hair and a smoking hot body. Her waist is so slim, I bet she’s an eight.” He jerked off quicker then, breathing heavily. “She’s got a pretty round face for you to come on, with blue eyes. And her tits are great, they must be a 34 double D. Does that sound right to you Naomi?”

“Yes Mistress Clara.”

His panting breaths continued. Naomi watched his hand stroke up and down the cock, and although she hated the thought of his warm come splashing all over her, she wished it would all be over with soon, her knees were so sore.

“Maybe I’ll let you see her when you’ve given her a facial.”

“Yes please Mistress Clara. I’m close Mistress Clara,” he said. “Please may I come.”

“Let me aim it for you,” Clara said. He removed his hand, and she took over, stroking it hard and fast. It took a couple more minutes, since she’d stopped him, but Naomi saw the first squirt as it erupted from the tip of his cock. She closed her eyes and turned her head a little—though she couldn’t turn far—and it splashed on her cheek.

The next warm splash of come landed on her forehead, dribbled down over her eyebrow and sticking on her eyelid, sticking her eyelashes together. She couldn’t open that eye now. The come kept coming though, more on her forehead and some splashed on her nose. Her cheeks and forehead were covered with a layer of it, and it stuck above and below her lips too. A blob of it hung down from her chin and she’d had her tits and waist coated in it too. She felt so gross and sticky.

The male **** breathed heavily, Naomi squinted with her good eye as Clara took the latex hood off and he looked down at her. Naomi looked away as their eyes met.

“Now clean his cock up,” Clara said. “Open your mouth Naomi.”

Just when she thought it couldn’t have gotten any worse. Naomi opened her mouth, trying not to let too much of the come from above her lips drip down into it. She’d never felt so gross and sticky in her entire life. The man shoved his cock forward, it was still a little hard as it entered Naomi’s mouth and she sucked the last drops of salty come up, trying to get it over with as quick as possible.

She sucked a few times before Clara shoved the man back. “Now lick your lips.”

Naomi closed her eye in embarrassment, then licked the come from the top and bottom lip, gulping as quick as she could as the sticky, thick taste hit her tongue. She retched as the come slid down her throat, but managed not to throw up.

“You don’t like the taste huh?” Clara smiled sadistically. She crouched in front of her, scooping more come from Naomi’s breast and placing the finger in her mouth. She licked the finger clean, retching again as she licked it up.

Clara stood next to the male ****, holding his leash again.

“Now tell Joe how grateful you are for his come,” Clara said.

Naomi looked up in embarrassment, before saying. “Thank you for your come.”

Clara smirked, before taking hold of Joe’s leash and walking him out of the shower block, leaving Naomi knelt there with his come all over her face and body still. The eyelashes were so sticky with it. Her knees were sore, and she felt so gross. She wished she could have an actual shower when Clara returned.