Paint Me

The words came out of Lois' lips almost before she could think. Lois wanted to feel it, against her skin. She had had boyfriends before, who came inside...but it was never the same. You couldn't real feel it, when they did that, release their little loads onto you. But on her skin...she had loved to finish her boyfriends off with her mouth, to pull out and feel the heat and pressure of the load spray on her face, their love running in rivulets over her skin.

"Alright slut," the voice purred. Lois gasped at the cool air on her nether regions, the aching need deep within her. She wanted something to fill it...but not as much as she wanted to feel that hot shower.

At night, when the article was submitted and it was just her laptop and a glass of wine, she'd go to her favorite sites... the bukkake videos. To see those pretty faces painted white, layer on layer of ropey cum obscuring their features, so thick sometimes it was like a gooey glaze over their lips, their nose, dripping down their chin onto the sluts' breasts... Lois had never experienced that, ever. She's let a boyfriend finish on her—liked for them to jerk off onto her breasts, her face, even her ass—but normal people didn't do bukkake parties. Even if she had known where and how to get involved with one, she wouldn't have dared...but she was here now, this monster in front of her...

Angelica Blaze stood there, stroking her cock. The reporter stared at the shaft, which was still wet with her juices. It wasn't a human dick. A dull pink with hints of purple-blue veins beneath the surface, the head was flat and soft and a pale lavender. Impossibly long and fat, she could have measured the thing with her forearm...yet the whole thing sagged slightly along its arch. Blaze's hands sank into the soft tissue of the dick as she grasped it.

The heavy balls underneath were more normal, but taut and round as the testicles on a prize pig. Sperm factories. Bitch breeders. Lois shuddered to think what would have happened if those had offloaded into her slit...but as she smelled the heavy scent, saw the clear precum leaking out of the tip of that dick, she knew she wanted it on her.

Every drop.

"I'm close," Blaze said, as she grabbed her shaft and stroked it, from about halfway down it's length to the tip and back again. Her other hand hefted that huge left testicle. "Wanted to blow from the moment I entered you. But I've been holding back. Waiting."

"Do it." Lois said. "Give me everything you've got. Paint me white."

"White?" The woman smiled. "Oh no, darling. I'm going to paint you black."

The cock was pointed lazily at Lois' face—and the first eruption came as a surprise. A long, gooey rope, solid and perfect as any she'd ever seen, danced for a moment in the air...

...except it was jet black.

The cum landed across the bridge of Lois' nose, splashing on either side of her cheeks, scalding hot; she could almost feel the skin burn beneath her. Yet her shock was short lived as another shot came out...and another...and another. Lines of heat splashed across Lois' face, her forehead, even in her hair. She kept her mouth shut, but she could feel the burning black jizz wash across it and drip down, could taste something...felt a tingle as her tongue pressed against the cage of her mouth. The heady aroma of raw sex was all she could breath, and as it dripped in front of her eyes she closed them, only to feel the hot splash as more of the woman's semen splattered against those soft barriers as well.

It was incredible. It was perfect. Lois lost herself in the moment, face tingling at the heat and weight of all that cum. This is exactly what she had wanted...but it wasn't stopping.