She asks you to come on her face.

“Wait just a fucking minute!”

Monique clamped a hand on my left wrist, and turned to me with an angry, indignant expression that was enough to stop me in mid-thrust. Her raven hair hung in sweaty ringlets over her face, and her fiery look was such a turn-on. Boiling jets of cum, which had been creeping up my shaft like slow glaciers, suddenly stopped. The bubble of pleasure welling around my cockhead slowed.

“What the fuck?” I cried, frustrated.

“Not – not in me, goddammit,” Monique panted. “I’m okay with having your dick in me, and your hands all over me – but I won’t have your cum in me. That’s –”

“Oh, fuck that,” I said, and rolled my hips forward again, sliding my cock through her tightened walls. The bubble of pleasure built up again, threatening to burst. I was going to finish this, gonna flood her pussy, gonna drench those fucking walls with –

“- all over my face,” she panted.

I stopped again. Now the teasing was really driving me mad with frustration, and I feared that my head would explode if I didn’t get my release. “What’s that?” I said, barely aware of the words falling out of my mouth.

“I said, pull out and I’ll let you come all over my face.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I mean, the desire to cum in her slick cunt was powerful, but something about the prospect of seeing her pretty, flawless face glazed in my jizz, sluttified up with the creamy goo – well, I couldn’t resist that. I yanked backwards, pulling my cock out of her with a wet smacking sound, and the delicious friction as I slid out those few inches nearly made me burst right there.

Monique slid off the desk, lithe, catlike, and dropped to her knees before my stiff prick. Her tits jiggled beneath her translucent undershirt, those stiff nipples piercing through the thin fabric. One hand was already closing around my cock, the fingers curling into a fist, and she stroked rapidly up and down. Monique’s palm made slick, wet sounds as they rubbed her pussy juices from my veiny shaft to my purple cockhead. I smacked her hand away gently – her grip was glorious, but only I could bring myself to climax with the speed and pace I wanted.

Monique looked up at me with that indignant expression again, that fiery gaze that was lusty and furious at the same time, and it was too much. Between the quick strokes from my hand, the way her nipples were pressing at her undershirt, and the fierce look in her eyes and her indignant pout, I lost all control right then and there. The bubble of pleasure, which had swelled to familiar, ball-busting proportions, erupted in a sweet explosion of erotic ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as my mind went blank and I let it rip.

The first rope of cum flew out and landed on her face, running down the left side of her forehead and barely missing her eye. It trickled down her cheek.

The second rope rocketed out in a voluminous jet, whizzing so hard into her black hair that it knocked a lock of it backwards. It clung to her hair in thick pearly gobbets.

The third and fourth blasted from my dick-tip first onto her neck, and then onto her lips, where she reluctantly slurped them in, blinking rapidly as she did so.

The fifth, sixth and seventh sprays, losing a little bit of their momentum but none of the volume, erupted onto her thin undershirt, turning the translucent material absolutely see-through. Where her nipples had once poked through, now were clear patches of cloth, like a wet window to her chest. It was like a wet T-shirt contest, and I could see the wine-coloured nipples poking out, dark areolas clouding through the slimed fabric.

I rubbed faster, eking out a few more spurts of cum. The final, diminishing spasms of pleasure rocked through me. Then Monique did something that astounded me – she leaned forward, one eye lazily lidded under a drying puddle of cum, and took my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly, unable to control myself. She slurped on me for a few seconds, then let me fall from her lips with a loud sucking sound.

We remained like that for a little while: me looking down at her and feeling my thighs tingle with the aftershocks, her looking up at me with blank disdain and a tinge of what looked like hunger. A thick rope of jizz trickled over her nostril and dangled there. It looked as though Monique had sneezed and expelled semen instead of snot. I felt my wits slowly come back to my brain.

“You like that, you little cum slut?” I said to her. “You like being bathed in my jizz?”

Monique, still glaring up at me, wiped her face with the back of her palm – and then licked it. I raised an eyebrow. This bitch had a lot of fight in her, but she also had a few surprises, too.

“It’s not as repulsive as I would have expected from a man of your caliber,” Monique said, through lips that were matted with hardening jizz. “Now hand over that $1,000, mister. It’s time to pay up.”

I smirked. “Fine. I’d say you’ve earned it.”

I turned and rummaged through my wallet, which I’d left in my pants pocket. The bundle of hundreds was there, waiting, held together with a thin band of elastic. When I turned back, a smoking-hot scene greeted me – Monique had peeled off her undershirt and was wiping her face down. Her pendulous breasts swung free, swaying from side to side as she dabbed at her face. They must have been 36Ds, or 36Cs at the very least – and her nipples were still erect. I noted this last with a stroke of pride.

“Enough staring,” Monique said, tugging on her undershirt and putting her clothes back on. Her makeup was a little smudged, yes, and her hair was a little ruffled – but her face was clear once more. Nobody outside would know that she’d just received a thick and creamy facial from yours truly. She got to her feet and snatched the $1,000 out of my hand. “Thanks. And Mr. Roberts?”

“Yeah?” I grinned.

“Don’t mention a word of this to anybody. And I mean anybody.” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “If you do …”

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, making my cock twitch.

“I may not ever let you drench my face like that again.”

Then she was back to her usual self, cleaning her stuff off the desk with her typical businesslike air.

“One more thing,” I said. “On your way out, can you send Lily in?”

Lily was my secretary, a 5-foot-4 blonde bombshell with a slim, curvy body, silky long legs that seemed to stretch for miles, and perfect breasts that filled out her tight cotton blouses. From the occasional peeks of cleavage I sneaked down her top, those breasts weren’t as big as Monique’s, but they were pretty sizeable for a girl of her size. I couldn’t wait to get her undressed so I could see just how big they were – and do a few other things to her, as well. I smiled, and my cock twitched again.

Probably sensing my thoughts, Monique’s lips thinned, but she replied, “Sure, Mr. Roberts. Will that be all?”

No, I thought. I’d like to ram my cock into your ass and this time shoot a thick wad up your –

But instead I replied, “Yes, that’s all for now. Thanks.”

Nodding curtly, she turned around and made for the door, her pert ass sashaying from side to side beneath her pencil skirt. When the door clicked shut, I got myself dressed, smoothing out my clothes. Something on the floor caught my eye.

A white and lacy something which was bundled there by the foot of my desk.

She’d left her panties on the floor, that slutty minx.

I picked it up, smiling to myself, and was just raising them to my nose when there was a knock at my door.

Lily.

Lily of the swimsuit-model body and the perfect rounded breasts.

Lily, whose blue eyes would pierce your soul and stiffen your cock.

Lily, whose lovely curves would dance in your dreams at night while you fantasized about fucking her a dozen different ways.

I stuffed Monique’s panties into my pocket, my cock already rising to full attention – whether from the feel of Monique’s panties and the knowledge that they were stashed in my pocket, or the thought of what Lily and I would soon be doing together, I didn’t know. I swallowed, cleared my throat, and called, “Come in!”