Suck the cock

The commandment to receive the blessing on your face was the first one you received so it only stands that it should be the first one you complete. Your piety pushing you forward, taking the swollen member deep into your mouth your tongue dancing on it's underside and your lips massaging the pliable flesh. You hear the man grunt and his cock starts bucking back and forth perhaps only half an inch.

Your mouth sweeps up and down in time with the mans own maneuvers which seems to increase the volume and frequency of his heaving cries. He keeps on saying odd words, as if he is trying to start a sentence and then abandoning the idea. Like that very first shaft you suckled on you find yourself enjoying the whole experience of it all. The taste of the manhood and it's flowing heat. The cries of joy and thanks that are heaped upon you. Before long he brakes out into a full pant, like a dog trying to cool itself on a hot day and then suddenly he starts banging hard on the wall with what must be his fist.

You just take the hammering to be a further sign of the mans excitement, but when the underside of your tongue feels the flesh pulse you know what is about to happen, you don't have time to consider whether the banging was a message or a coincidence. You draw your mouth away from the spewing shaft to try to receive the blessing over your face. The first jets fire into your mouth but the other splatter over your chin and down onto your neck and below.

You grasp the cock to pull it up so more of the load will make it to your face but it is too late for it is spent. You let go of it dejected, who knew receiving a facial in a gloryhole could be so difficult? But at least some of it is on your face and there is a little in your mouth with it's strange yet oddly alluring flavour, you roll it off and over your tongue, forcing it also on to your chin and look down at your cum coated habit and sigh.

The man disappears and you consider whether to remove your habit before it gets covered it more cum or whether it is now fairly pointless considering what is already on it. Suddenly you see a piece of paper pushed through the hole, you pick it up and realise it is a twenty, but you hear the man leave before you have a chance to say anything. Another enters so at least the Lord is providing you with further chances to enact his will but what about the money, but first your clothes.