On My Face

Abruptly, Norbert's fingers curl into my hair and yank back, one hand moving to his thick, dark brown shaft. He focuses his eyes on mine as he strokes himself with breakneck urgency, fast and hard, until the first thick, long pulse of his cum.

One thick stripe stretches from my hairline to my jawline, then a second, and a third. He determinedly avoids my eyes as he unloads, but he paints my face thickly with his seed. By the time he's done, most of my face is drenched with his seed.

Soaked in his cream, my brown eyes remain focused on his. His chest heaves from the effort of having fucked my mouth the way he did, and then masturbating so hard. Yet his face is a vision of ecstasy, beaming down at me, loving the view.

“Holy fucking hell that was amazing!” Norbert hisses the words, forcing himself to stay quiet enough to not draw people to investigate what was so incredible. “Fuck you're good at taking a cock.” He watches as my hands lift quietly to my face.

“Yea, bitch,” he moans the words, biting his lower lip hard as he watches me rub his cum into my face, “Rub it in, whore!” He watches, forcing himself not to start stroking his dick again, until my face is clean and dry, before grabbing my hair.

I tilt my head obediently, letting him dry his hands, and his dick, with my hair, using it like a rag for his meat. Then Norbs pulls back, taking a deep breath and steadying himself against the fence. I reach up, gently tucking his cock away for him.

I compress his meat underneath his boxers once they're in place, with one hand, as the other works his zipper. Then I lift my hands to the button, sliding it through the hole and smiling up at him. Norbert grins at me. “Such a good little faggot.”

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Here the story converges with Norbert waking me up in Chapter 9: Gently.