Anna Gets a "Facial"

The Lovely Chris said it as we were fucking. It was almost a throw away comment, but holy fuck, it lit my fire! “Anna, you have no idea how much I'd love to cum on your face.” Suddenly, it was all I wanted to do. The thing is. I was a hair’s breadth away from cumming myself. Bugger. 

He stopped fucking me and, ever the gentleman, asked how I’d like him to do it. He didn’t just assume that he’d be standing over me, bless him, but I can be quite submissive when it comes to sex, and I found that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted to kneel in front of him, one hand between my legs, and just have him….oh dear…it’s difficult to find any other words…..(sigh) oh well…..just have him wank in my face. 

He got out of bed and stood up…fuck me, but his cock is impressive - as  the gaping void between my legs testified. The Lovely Chris so rarely asks for anything, so it’s always a pleasure to accommodate him. Even as he stood there, I felt something wasn’t quite right. I got out of bed and was about to kneel at his feet when he stopped me and said, in a very embarrassed tone, “Er….will you….um…wear your glasses?” As my avatar tells you, I am a glasses wearer and have quite a complex prescription as well. The large, round glasses of my avatar are very similar to what I actually wear. But he wasn’t done yet. “I…I’ve always wanted to cum on a girl's face….with her eyes wide open, looking at me.” Well….suits me!

I found my glasses, put them on and knelt, splay-kneed at his feet. He stood mere inches from my face and started to wank that beautiful cock that, at this precise moment, smelled of me. I loved it! The whole thing…from him dominating me to my submissiveness, to the smells of sex permeating around us. I made sure my eyes never left his for a second. But Miss Brain had an idea, and somehow, she knew before I did that it fitted with this scenario. You see, sometimes, on the rare occasions The Lovely Chris might ask me for something, he rarely goes as far as he’d like to. For example when we first ‘played rough’, I knew deep down, he wanted a full-on, ‘rip my tights off me’ rape role play. (And so did I). He didn’t ask for that, I made it evolve into that. But here, right now, I wanted something, and I simply knew it would fit with him. So, I took in a breath and said two words, “Abuse me.”

I saw the flash of a smile cut across his face, and I’m fairly sure I saw his cock stiffen more too. “You fucking dirty slut.” His hand moved faster and began to lose some of its precise rhythm. “You’re a fucking whore…..tell me….tell me what you are.” I mouthed the words I knew he wanted to hear. “I’m a dirty cunt…I’m not anyone’s fucking whore, I’m your fucking whore. Just think….your girlfriend, my sister’s cunt has been on these lips….” I didn’t get any further. I sensed his imminent explosion, and I kept my eyes staring at him the whole way. 

Shot after powerful shot of semen hit my glasses, my forehead, my hair, my cheek and finally, my lips. Towards the very end, I opened my mouth and let him shoot his final ejaculations directly into my mouth, but from a distance - something I haven’t ever done before, but shall most definitely do again! 

As I may have remarked in the past, The Lovely Chris is a very heavy cummer. I felt his load oozing down my face, and realised my glasses were going to need a major clean up operation, still, might as well start with a tongue. Licking his semen off the lenses seems to stimulate him again, and as I used a finger to guide the rest from my cheek and forehead into my mouth he asked, “Do you really like the taste?” Hmm…do I? Or do I swallow because it’s ‘expected’? I quickly dismissed that thought. I do nothing that other people ‘expect’ of me. I swallow because yes, I genuinely like the taste of semen - not everyone’s I have discovered, I suppose it depends on diet, but The Lovely Chris’s cum is gorgeous! 

As usual, we lay together afterwards - he has never been a fuck and run type - and as usual, he thanked me for agreeing to his request. As we lay there, I re-ran it my my mind - hmmm…yes, this submissive streak I have…I wonder where it comes from? I’ve ‘been’ it a few times now, in quite a few situations, but I haven’t, as yet, actively explored it to see how far I would go down that path. Hhmmm I’ll have to give that some thought. 

I knew we weren’t quite done though, and to be honest, I think The Lovely Chris felt bad about leaving my vagina without it cumming on his cock. Since the moment we lay back in bed I had been idly rubbing him, and I knew he wasn’t finished yet, it didn’t take him long to get fully hard again. As he rolled over on me, he asked, bless him, if there was anything I particularly wanted, and I found there was. We have role played so much….from me pretending to be Alison for him when, during her unstable and ultimately unsuccessful pregnancy, she couldn’t have sex, to brother/sister, to schoolgirl virgin (I do that superbly well, even if I do say so myself) to rape role play and sometimes, even ‘in love’ roles, and it was this that he asked for. “Can we be ‘in love?” 

So, there was lots of kissing, lots of telling each other we loved them, and just as I sensed he was about to cum, I realised so was I. “Oh Chris….I love you so much.” He responded with, “I love you Anna.” And we both came. Cumming with a good hard cock inside you really is something else, and it’s great to have something to contract around, whether it’s in your vagina or your bum. 

My orgasm was blessed with copious amounts of squirt, and as I came, the taste of his semen seemed to get more pronounced in my mouth, which, in turn increased the orgasm. 

After he had left, I lay, sated, on the bed for a while. I really do love sex, in all its manifestations. There are still things I want to try - a gang bang being right up there, but I’d also like to be the ‘spare’, or whatever the correct term is, at a couple's swingers party. I’d like to be the third in a threesome, be it between two men, or a man and a woman. I’d definitely like to be a ‘present’, organised by a loving wife for her husband….or by a loving husband for his wife who always wanted to try it with a girl but never did. So many things…including, I suppose, things I’ve never even thought of yet. 

I once went into a club where they thought I was the stripper arranged for a stag do. At the time, I fled in terror, but now? Hmmm. Being paid to take my clothes off…yeah, why not? Which, I suppose brings me to or that her back to and incident that happened at a Halloween party when I was 19. A guy dressed as Fester Addams had been hanging around me most of the evening trying to pick me up. Finally, he came out with Fester’s famous line to Debbie of, “I’ll pay!” At the time I wasn’t interested - well, not in the guy concerned anyway, but the idea of being paid for sex? Hmmmm…..I think I’d like to do that, even if only once or twice. I’m fully aware of the need for safety in that direction, but I’ve been in circumstances where a veiled suggestion of a ‘present’ has been made, and the person is someone I know. 

Maybe….maybe I will.