Face

Zeke grunts as his hips swing back, pulling out and unloading on your face. Your face twitches reflexively as each stripe of jism pumps onto your face, until the pulsing stops. You don't know why, but as soon as his pulsing stops you stick your tongue out and tilt your face back.

“Fuck, yes,” you hear Zeke sigh, wiping the last of his load off on your extended tongue, brushing his crown down across it like your mouth is nothing but a cum-dumpster, just like your face.

“So we have a deal, no more charging my family for the daily paper?” asks Allie.

“I get this bitch's mouth once a day, including weekends?” he asks in response.

“Yep,” you can hear him shoving his prick back in his pants and zipping up.

“Yea. You've got a deal, Allie,” he replies, “Fuck that's hot. What'd you even do to him? I've never seen him this ... uh ... I don't even know the word for him right now.”

“I hypnotised it and I'm in the process of reprogramming it,” Allie replies, “This is just the start. It's nothing but a faggot whore, now. My personal bitch.”

“Wow that's cold,” Zeke replies, “But fuck that's hot. You should include some hardwired command words.”

“Hmm?” you hear Allie asking.

“Like, a word that makes him ... sorry, it ... kiss your feet and suck your cock, or makes it kneel down and enter a hypnotic state so you can continue your reprogramming more easily,” you hear Zeke say.

Fuck, please don't give her ideas! the last vestiges of your mind still intact scream without voice.

“That's a brilliant idea. Thanks Zeke,” you hear Allie say before you hear footsteps leaving and then the door opening and closing.

Fuck! you swear in your mind. You know what's coming next.