On your face

You writhing and yelping drive Cody mad, his thrusts hammering you into the couch. At any moment you expect to feel the hot spurts of his seed inside you, but he surprises you.

Grunting frantically, he pulls out of you, dragging you around by your hair as he pumps his cock. Whining with need you open your mouth, trying to clutch his meat in your eager lips, but he holds you away, groaning as he sprays his hot cream onto your helpless face, painting you with his essence.

Moaning, you lap it up, pushing the curds into your mouth and greedily swallowing them. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr. Thornhaven looming, his camera zooming in for a close-up of your come spattered face. Finally, Cody wipes the last drops on your cheeks, looking at you with cruel satisfaction as you drink his cream.

"Great show Lisa," Mr Thornhaven chuckles. It will go great with my collection of Lisa videos. That's right, I used to film you when you sat before. I have a whole collection of your sweet teenage body. Shot them while you weren't looking, some of them with a nanny cam. Got two of you playing with your pussy. I jerked off to them for weeks. Still do, now and then. But this is better, this will be you fucking and sucking and getting railed hard. God, how I've waited for this."

"What are you going to do with the video?" you ask, feeling a tremor of apprehension at his words.

"Don't worry, it's for my private use," he laughs. "Of course, if I call you up one day and suggest another round, I expect you to agree....Or maybe you'd like being a star on Porn Hub.?"

You give a little shudder, both of anxiety and at the thought of your degradation being displayed on the internet. If you had to choose which you'd prefer, you're not sure whether it would be another round of fucking or knowing that your humiliation can bee seen by anyone with an internet connection.

"You go get cleaned up baby. Wash the come off your face," Mr. Thornhaven coaxes. "I took a Viagra, and I'll be ready again soon, but I want you looking clean and fresh. Like you used to when you were sixteen."

You stand up on shaky legs, feeling the come dribbling down your thighs, your muscles sore from being pulled around by strong uncaring hands. Walking naked out of the room your look back to see Cody sprawled lazily on the couch and Mr. Thornhaven filming you, his cock standing stiff and proud.

Suddenly inspired, you grin back at him, twitching your hips and putting an impish smile on your face as you leave the room.