The Stranger wins

I feel it approaching. Triumph. Bliss. Defeat. My body freezes as I realise that I've lost this little game. Rather than look at that damn smile of his, I close my eyes and revel in defeat. If I'm going to be a loser, I may as well take a small victory. That of my body surrendering to overwhelming bliss. When that sensation subsides, I open my eyes and find myself looking at that damn smile.

"The photo."

I reach into my hand bag and surrender the photo. That damn smile somehow grows as he pockets his prize.

"Now, I want another photo. Of you."

I nod.

"I want one with my cum all over your face."

I nod, dropping to my knees, coming face to face with his cock. With both hands, I grip his lengthy shaft and make sure to aim it right at my face.

"That's it. That's a good girl."

I start to stroke his cock, but I know stroking isn't enough for The Stranger. Both my hands tug his shaft as my lips make love to his tip. My tongue dances around, eager to taste his precum. With every second that ticked by, I'm reminded of how far I was from victory. In fact, it confirmed I never stood a chance of winning.

When his precum hits my tongue, I retract my head and aim his throbbing dick right at my face. I'm only seconds away from ruining my face for this stranger. I'll have to wash myself. I'll have to redo my makeup. I might even have to change my clothes if his load is large enough. When he erupts, he coated me from hairline to chinline. I'm not sure if any of it has gotten on my clothes, but all I can do is smile back at The Stranger.

"That's a good slut."

"Yeah? You'll think it'll make a good photo?"

"Absolutely."

The Stranger left me alone in the booth, so I looked down the barrel of the camera. After I press the button, the countdown begins, giving me time to realise that I have no way to wipe my face off. I think I did see a bathroom down here, but it would be a bit of a walk to get there. Plenty of time for people to see the mess The Stranger made.

Once my cum-covered face is captured, I leave the booth. There, I see The Stranger holding his new prize. I look around for the bathroom, but before I can take a step forward, The Stranger says "I want your number."

He hands me the photo and a marker. As I turn the photo around, I notice a passerby. Surely they've seen my cum-coated face and know exactly what I've done. The Stranger wears a gloating smile that tells said passerby just how proud he is. After a deep breath, I write my number down.

"There."

"Thanks. You'll be hearing from me soon."