Play it safe: facial!

"Tell me what exactly it is you need."

Toby is really close now. You recognize all the signs well enough, and you know you have seconds to decide. If you say nothing, he'll probably just keep plowing you, and you can't let that happen. Being stuck here with your ex is bad enough, having to fuck him to get yourself off is bad enough, but getting pregnant with his child??

"Give me a face full of that cum! I want it all over my face, in my mouth, on my tits!"

"You want it on your face, huh? Want to show the world what a dirty little whore you are?"

"Yes! Make me your whore!" you scream, your cunt tightening around his big dick.

Toby grunts and pulls out of you. For the briefest moment, you feel empty and unfulfilled and regret what you've just said—surely one time wouldn't hurt? But that's the hormones screaming at you, their lust pumping through your blood and threatening to ruin everything for a single moment of bliss. You push that feeling down, focus on the massive cock moving from your dripping snatch towards your face.

Toby slides his dick down the valley between your tits. You reach up and press them together to create a more convenient furrow, and he tit-fucks you eagerly. A short spurt of cum shoots from his cock and onto your neck, and then he jerks upwards and aims it at your face.

As your hands slip down to your clit, you feel the first few blasts hit you squarely on the nose and cheek. You close your eyes just as another one lands on your left eyelid and eyebrow. You feel it sliding down your face, warm and sticky. More shoots into your wide-open mouth, landing at the back of your throat and on your tongue. Your fingers push at your button as you tilt your head forward, happy to receive as much of his seed as possible.

"Fuuuuck, Nina. You're so fucking hot right now."

You reach up, start scooping cum off your face, lick your lips and your fingers. "Mmm," you reply. "Thank you for the snack."

Toby looks down at you with a strange, almost possessive expression. If you could peer downwards over his shoulder, this is what you would see: a slender, tanned girl next door, her fit body beaded with sweat, her breasts heaving with the exertion of sex. Her face is dotted and dashed with her master's work; she wears her master's cum like it is an essential part of her beauty regime. Her long fingers run skilfully through it, scooping it into her mouth, which wraps round them and sucks on them in a way that makes her master's cock stir again. She is a well-fucked slut, made for sucking, swallowing, pleasing a cock—and from the slightly guilty but very pleased expression on her face, she knows it.

You know it. Because even though you can't see yourself from that perspective, it certainly dovetails with what you're feeling at this very moment. Maybe you didn't let Toby cum inside you—this time. But as you look up at him and see that devilish expression on his face, you realize you've crossed some kind of line. All you thought you had wanted was a little sex, something to take the edge off. But was that really all you wanted? Where exactly could this all be going?