On your face

You take Bruce's cock out of your mouth and hold it in front of you, watching it intently. You hear Bruce's low grunt as a spurt of hot, creamy cum splatters onto your face. You feel more cum hit you, you shut your eyes closed as a whole rope lands from your forehead, down over your eyelid, and ends at your cheek.

You can feel the warmth cover you, and you can almost taste it from the traces on your lips. You lift your hand up to touch your face, but instead you touch a creamy mass that you massage into your skin.

"Hey! Ryan!" you hear from afar, probably in the lobby. "We found the sunglasses!"

You let out a small laugh, reveling in your cum facial.

"Okay," you hear. "They found the sunglasses. Sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble at all sir," Bruce politely responded, smiling. "Have a nice day."

You crawl out from under the desk and into the office. Standing up, you look around for anything to wipe your face off with. You see blank sheets of paper by a printer and use those, tossing them into the garbage after.

Walking out into the lobby and to the front desk, you face Bruce once again.

"So, about those reservations..." you say.

"Don't even worry," Bruce smiles. "I booked you a room halfway through the job."

He reaches for a key card on the desk and hands it to you. "Room 2201. It's a suite."

You smile, satisfied. Bruce looks past you.

"Hiram!" he calls out, and motions toward you. "He's ready now."

You look back and see a new guy walking toward your luggage in the same white, skimpy bellboy outfit. You turn back to Bruce and smile naughtily.

"Have a nice day," you say, waving goodbye flirtatiously.

You head off to the elevator, knowing you're going to be in style at Mantown.