On her face!

“ Let me blow over your face, Matron.” I say, my nuts tensing.

Matron kneels upward, my slippery pole sliding out of her burning cunt, then re-positions herself between my open legs. Grabbing my cock with both hands and pumping, she kneels forward and places her face close to my nob, awaiting the pasting.

My breathing becomes shallow and taken in small gulps as the sensation in my balls rises, my chest pumping up and down to Matron’s amusement, her eyes watching me from over my swollen nob, her hands jerking me off at full steam ahead.

My fingers and toes clenching, which is about all I can do, I let out a hiss as my cock shudders in Matrons skilled hands and erupts, blasting her face with hot cum, thick and pearl white. Her eyes staying open, even when the third rope of spoof splashes onto her forehead and runs slowly down her nose, coming close to them.

Matron’s hands continue to milk me, squeezing my shaft tightly at the base, then pulling upward, never relenting on the pressure, making the last vestiges of my cum dribble from the eye of my cock onto her hands, which she then laps up with her tongue, the rest of my sperm oozing down her face.

Matron rubs my nob against her mouth, kissing it affectionately with little pecks. “ Well, Mr Doe, I certainly had fun, what about you?” she asks between smooches.

“ Mmm, yes, the service towards…..patients happiness is very….commendable.” I joke with her. My cock, as will always be the case from now on, still hard and throbbing.

Changing the subject slightly, Matron comments. “ I know its technically an injury, your permanent erection Mr Doe, but it really is quite amazing, its still as hard as it was during our fuck, absolutely no wilting whatsoever has occurred. Its not even been a minute, but if I wanted to, I could fuck you again, and again after that.” she then seems to go into a private train of thought, her hands not moving on my cock any longer.

I think she's debating another round with me and my “old fella”……