Tony's First Facial

"Tony, I-I d-d-don't want to f-f-**** you to do a-anyth-thing y-you aren't c-comfortable with..." Katie valiantly struggled to say this sentence despite Tony's aggressive stroking.

Tony smirked up at her. "It seems like the only uncomfortable one here is you." He continued stroking her, enjoying her reactions to it. "Do YOU want me to stop?"

Katie bit her lip. "N-no, but..."

"Then just enjoy it." Tony punctuated this sentence by licking her glans as he increased his stroking speed. Judging by the sounds she was making, she definitely was. What was surprising Tony was how much HE was enjoying himself. It wasn't that he liked sucking dick, the part of Tony that still hung on to the social norms of his original universe insisted, but sucking Katie's dick was an entirely different story. The expressions that ran across her face, the cute noises he elicited from her, the way her womanhood twitched in his hands...

Katie's squeals of pleasure interrupted Tony's train of thought, as did the steady dripping of precum from her tip. He reached underneath her with one hand and began to gently play with her balls while he stroked her shaft with the other. While he had only intended this to be a handjob, he was really getting into it, and wanted this to be as good as possible for her. For that, and definitely no other reasons, he leaned forward and began licking her head as he stroked.

"Oh g-god, T-Tony..." Katie stammered, "K-keep going..." So Tony did. He licked all around her head, getting under the foreskin. He furiously jerked her with his right hand as he massaged her testes with his left. And then, he took her into his mouth again. He bobbed his head along her first few inches, adding yet another sensation Katie had to deal with. This combination was clearly working on Katie, causing her to squirm in Tony's grasp. Katie reached out and grabbed his head, gently running her fingers through his hair as he blew her. "Fuck... I... I'm..." Her entire body tensed up, and Tony realized she had reached the point of no return.

Tony removed his mouth from her penis and began to furiously stroke her with both hands, while closing his eyes and bracing for the inevitable tsunami of girl-goo. There was a moment of silence that seemed far longer than it actually was, and then Katie SCREAMED. At that, time moved once more, and a near geyser of semen erupted from Katie's cock, splattering all over Tony's face. Another pause occurred while Katie caught her breath. Tony managed to pry his least cum-covered eyelid open, just in time to see a red-faced Katie looking down at him with a perverted grin he'd never seen before. "Wow..." she panted, "I can't believe you actually... I never thought that I'd..."

The lightbulb in Tony's head went off with only slightly less **** than Katie's ejaculation. This was her fetish. He opened his mouth to snark, only to realize that that was, perhaps, not the smartest idea he'd ever had. Katie giggled as Tony dealt with the consequences of his choices. Fortunately for him, the taste wasn't as nasty as he had feared: while still slightly salty, it was mostly tasteless. The texture was kind of weird, but since his face was absolutely covered in the stuff, he wasn't that perturbed by it. "Shit, Tony. You look like you were in a whipped cream factory explosion!"

Tony, having recovered from his poor decision, said, "I'll have to take your word for it."

"I could get a mirror," Katie offered, smirking.

"Yeah, I don't think that would help. I have like, half an eye functioning here."

Katie laughed at this. "Yeah, you should probably get that washed off. You wanna, um... take a shower?"

Tony was grateful for the layer of cum on his face, as it hid his blush as he asked, "You mean... t-together?"

It was Katie's turn to blush. "I mean, if you don't want to, I guess we could..."

"No!" Tony blurted out. "I mean, yes! I mean, uh..."

Katie reached down and extended her hand to him. "Come on, Tony. Let's get washed up."