And gets her face and tits painted

As luck would have it, the business-end of Robert’s humungous cock ended up pointing right at Miss Fox’s face. Robert had little to do with it being so, as he was focusing fully on squinting hard to keep the sweat that came pouring down across his forehead from ending up in his eyes, while his right hand was simply wrapped relatively tight around his throbbing dick, providing it with little to no guidance at all, and his left simply hanging limp by his side, curled up into a fist so tight that its knuckles were quickly turning white.

Batting her eyelids up at Robert, Miss Fox quickly went on to thrill the promising young cocksmith by first smacking her lips in a loud and suggestive manner, then opening wide for him at the same time as she thrust out her chest and placed her hands against the underside of her ginormous boobs, with the way in which her delicate fingers were pressed tight against the firm mass of her tits serving to further emphasize the awe-inspiring size and perfect shape of the two spherical orbs, as though doing so would ever be even remotely close to being necessary.

It was soon proved beyond any reasonable doubt that Miss Fox had been quite wise in opening her mouth when she had, for only a few fractions of a second had gone by since she’d parted her lips as far as they would go before a tremor ran through Robert’s cock, shaking the massive pillar of fuckmeat from its base all the way to its rounded, drooling head and being followed by a solitary discharge of cum, a swishing sound filling up the room as the thick blob of jizz cleared his pisshole and whooshed its way across the short distance separating his cockend from her hungry mouth, turning on itself over and over again.

There came a wet splattering sound when the cumblast soared past Miss Fox’s lips, its momentum causing her head to shoot backwards at the same time as she clamped her lips tight, her cheeks bulging outwards for a few seconds from the amount of balljuice that had suddenly been entered into her mouth before gradually sinking back to their original size and shape as she brought her head forwards again, her ripe, lush lips streaked with several thin tendrils of white.

Opening her mouth and letting her tongue slip out into the open for a moment to show Robert that she’d swallowed every last drop of the amply sized outpouring of spunk, Miss Fox then first gasped approvingly at the spectacle of his thick, muscular fuckpiece being made to swag by the deep seisms that ran through it, the bulk of his cock being such that its movement caused his right arm to move along with it as he kept his hand wrapped round its trunk, trying desperately now to keep the fist-sized crown of his member aimed at Miss Fox’s cum-painted face, but then the voluptuous black-haired vixen began to take on a more bemused expression as the seconds dragged past without there being any eruptions of cum from Robert.

“Was that all?” Miss Fox eventually asked, impelled to do so by a mix of curiosity and a deeply felt disappointment that grew stronger still as the words left her mouth.

“N…” Sweat was streaming down his cheeks and forehead, with more of it gleaming against his chest and stomach as Robert did his utmost to ensure that his cockhead would not be moved from pointing squarely at Miss Fox’s face, his lips moving some more without there coming any sounds from him save for a deep sigh that preceded him shaking his head and flexing the muscles of his right arm.

Miss Fox’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she stared into the whiteness that was suddenly travelling towards her at great speed, the wet sound of Robert’s jizz flowing out through his cumslit in a single, gallon-sized burst carrying itself over into the deafening “SPLAT!” of it hitting her in the face, with the jet of sperm coating the upper half of her face, equipping it with a pearly, creamy sheen as it melted into that which had already been covering the lower half, making her look like a particularly perverted cat-burglar who had come up with an ingenious way of hiding her identity but had forgotten all about the need for eyeslits.

Defying the way in which the forceful projection of cum had served to glue her eyelids shut and turn her long eyelashes into a pair of matching tangled webs by managing to pry her eyes open, Miss Fox did so just in time to catch a glimpse of the ripple that shot through Robert’s cock, her gargantuan knockers jiggling softly from the delighted shiver that flowed through her at the ripple coming up to the brim of his cockend, the soft shaking of her chest sending droplets of cum flying off them to rain onto her thighs and the puddle of girlcum in which she was kneeling.

It wasn’t until the burst of cum had hit her that Miss Fox recognized that Robert had adjusted his aim a little, to the effect that her boobs were now jiggling and swaying violently in the wake of the footlong rope of shimmering white that had landed smack-dab in the middle of her deep, narrow cleavage, with the crisscross pattern of jizz with which her bosom was already decorated soon being made to thicken by the oncoming high-power spurts of spunk until the fine mesh of glimmering balljuice began to disappear, swallowed up step-by-step by the increasing amount of it that was landing on her bust amidst the loud, obscene splats that filled up the room and intermingled with the deep, dark grunts coming from him and the lewd, light cries that she was producing.

Seamlessly, Robert went from merely holding onto his cock to actively jerking it, pumping his hand up and down the considerable length of steel-hard fuckmeat that stood out from between his legs in a feverish effort to maintain the outpouring of cum from his churning balls, with the viscid, creamy fluid by now leaving his balls in rich, steady spurts that cut through the air and ended up glued to Miss Fox’s boobs, with the statuesque vixen registering each thick rope of it with a lustful scream while not even the thick mask of sperm that covered her face could obscure how much pleasure she drew from what he was doing to her.

Miss Fox then opened her mouth again, to which Robert responded by heaving the business-end of his colossal fuckmast upwards and unleashing a bolt of jizz that shot in a straight line towards her pink tongue, with her head tilting back almost as soon as the release of cum had entered her mouth, arcing her back and repeating her move of placing her gloved hands against the underside of her boobs.

Once more squinting hard and aiming his cock at Miss Fox’s boobs, Robert caught the gurgling noise coming from the top-heavy, slim-waisted brunette as she gulped down his cum right before he delivered another fat blast of it onto her chest, which by now had started to look as though she’d put on a top to match the mask that covered her face, though the ‘top’ was slowly disassembling itself through the long cumropes which twirled down from the undersides of her boobs, at times coming from between her slender fingers and always travelling down in front of her toned midriff until it was as though it was covered behind a drape formed by dangling ropes of gluey cum.

And that was it, Robert taking a deep breath once one final dollop of sperm had cleared and wobbled its way forwards at first before plunging downwards, landing about halfway between the tip of his cock and that of Miss Fox’s nose, which meant that he got to hear one last ecstatic cry from her as the dollop landed in her seemingly bottomless cleavage.

“Fuck…” Miss Fox began, sounding a little dazed at first but being quick to smack her lips, blow a couple of cumbubbles and let loose a warm, melodic giggle as she let her eyes travel down the length of Robert’s cock and then upwards so that she could throw him a glance that matched her giggle.

Funnily enough, that glance was the primary reason why Miss Fox’s giggle was cut short a little, as it prompted Robert to unleash a soaring jet of precum that smacked her right between the eyes.

“Time for another photo?” Robert asked, unleashing another bolt of precum when Miss Fox threw him another scorching hot glance.

“Uh-uh,” Miss Fox replied, her shaking of her head and shoulders prompting droplets of jizz to rain off her face and boobs as the two massive orbs of succulent titflesh swayed along with the rest of her, though Robert quickly began to wonder if it wasn’t really the other way round, “not yet.”

“Why not?”

“First, because I think we should hold off from sending any more of those until I look every bit like the tremendously horny and nasty cumslut that I am,” Miss Fox began, soon pausing to shake her head after Robert had blasted some of the jizz off her forehead with another powerful release of precum, “And second, because I don’t want anything to distract you from sticking your cock back inside my mouth.”

“Ah…” Robert grinned and inched his way closer to Miss Fox.

“Incidentally, I think that it’s only fair to tell you that if you do end up becoming a student here, and the chance of that is pretty monstrously, pussy-soakingly big, that there won’t be a day where you won’t wake up and find that all you have to do to get your first blowjob up of the day is to open the door and stick your monster, fat, drooling monstercock out into the corridor and see which one of the countless sluts waiting there for you to appear will be the fastest in getting down on her knees and proceeding to worship it,” Miss Fox shared with Robert, seemingly out of the blue.
Robert reacted to that particular bit of information by surrendering a jet of precum that was pretty extraordinary even by his standards, and which Miss Fox caught right in the face.

“I thought you might do that…” Miss Fox explained, attempting to wipe away the precum that had glued her left eye shut but abandoning that project once it dawned on her that the cum-coated state of her gloves meant that her chance of success was quite slim, “Blast me with precum once I’d reminded you of what a dirty-talking, cum-loving slut I am, I mean.”

There came a soft chuckle from Robert.

“Now, I do think I mentioned something about swallowing your slobbering cock and burying it down my throat,” Miss Fox went on to say, and Robert thought that he could see her raise one of her eyebrows underneath the cum which his blasts of precum had failed to wash away, “unless of course…”

“What?”

“Unless of course you’d rather have me roll over onto my hands and knees and wag my slutty, juicy ass at you until you cram it so full of cock that I’ll cream myself all over again to the sound of your balls slapping against my juicing pussy.”

“It’s your choice,” Miss Fox told Robert, after he’d bombarded her face with another geysering of precum.