She Wanted A Facial

Anna knew how to dress in a way that would turn heads and catch my attention. She liked to wear tank tops that hugged her above-average figure, giving a tantalising glimpse of her deep cleavage. Her short shorts barely ever covered her ass, and it drove me wild. And her lips, usually coated in dark red lipstick, were an irresistible bonus.

Early on in getting to know her, I discovered that she had quite the talent for pleasuring me without even needing to be asked. I loved fucking her hairy pussy and making her scream for more. Initially, she wasn't a big fan of giving blowjobs. She said blowjobs felt like a chore to her, and she felt uncomfortable with the idea of having a penis in her mouth. She did, however, love giving a big titty fuck with those voluptuous breasts and just loved fucking me in the cowgirl position too.

But things changed over time. She slowly began to enjoy blowjobs, relishing the sensation of my hard cock sliding between her soft lips, filling her mouth. Now she craved it, and I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe it was because she enjoyed making me feel good, or perhaps it was the power she felt in bringing me to orgasm time and time again. It could also be because she knew that her willingness to give blowjobs and her eagerness to swallow my cum made her incredibly irresistible. 

Her newfound rebellious streak usually led her to my house on a Friday night. She snuck out of her parent's place and quietly made her way into my basement living room through the sliding glass door.

We had known each other since elementary school, but we never really spoke until varsity, when we had a few classes together. She had always been attractive, but her craving for sexual encounters had made her even more alluring now.

That night, she came over under the pretence of watching a movie. Technically, the movie played on the TV, but neither of us paid much attention to it. Making out quickly became our main focus. At some point, after returning from the bathroom, she found herself on her knees between my legs as I sat on the couch. She took that position willingly. I never had to ask.

"It's getting late. I should probably be going." She said, running her hands up my legs and teasingly reaching into my shorts, brushing against the edge of my boxers.

I couldn't resist. I reached out and gently traced my finger across her lips. "Anna, I love what you can do with those. You aren't going anywhere right now." I whispered, unable to hide my appreciation.

I watched as her lips slid forward, engulfing my finger in her mouth. Slowly, sensually, she moved her lips up and down, giving me a teasing preview of what was to come. She slid one hand between her legs and started touching herself through her shorts.

Pulling her lips away from my finger, she skilfully undid the buttons of my cargo shorts. With anticipation building, I couldn't wait for her to reveal my hard cock. Even though I had seen and felt her mouth around it and experienced the pleasure countless times before, her lips were like a new toy every time. 

Reaching forward, she took my hard cock in her hand. I could feel her delicate grip wrapping around my shaft, her fingers exploring my girth, as she started to stroke me.

I leaned back on the couch, allowing myself to relax while she prepared to work her magic. Unable to resist, she playfully licked the tip of my cock, as if savouring a delicious candy. Looking up at me, her eyes gleamed with desire. She had my full attention.

I watched her intently as she leaned in, taking me between her lips. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and she held her lips tightly around me as she slid them down my shaft, my hardness filling her mouth.

Pulling her lips up, she pushed her hair aside, giving me a clear view of her actions. Her lips moved up and down, slowly at first, allowing me to relish every inch of her movement.

With a combination of her lips and her hand, she skilfully worked my entire length. The sensual blowjob continued. Her head bobbed up and down, increasing the pace as she went faster. I couldn't help but appreciate the technique she had learned, likely from watching porn with a previous boyfriend.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she released her lips from my cock. With a swift movement, she wiped away the excess saliva from her lips, and then unexpected words escaped her mouth. "I want you to cum on my face, babe, give me a facial." Her voice dripping with a seductive tone.

My face lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across my face. "Yeah, I'd like that." I replied, my eyes filled with lust.

"Okay." She said with determination, lowering her lips back to me. There was no turning back now. The sight of her pleasuring me was incredibly arousing. The thought of a facial cumshot made me feel dominant and adventurous, even though I couldn't fully comprehend the appeal or why a girl would allow it. It had always been a fantasy, but I never believed she would give me the green light.

"I'm getting close." I grunted, feeling the familiar surge of pleasure building within me. "When I tell you, lean your head back, and I'll take care of the rest."

Within moments, I stood up, withdrawing my cock from her mouth. I began stroking it rapidly, and she followed my instruction, tilting her head back. Even though she wore glasses, she closed her eyes as a reflex. The fact that she was about to let me cum on her face both astonished and excited me.

Time seemed to slow down as I positioned myself above her. Then, in an instant, everything sped up as the first thick glob of my cumshot landed in the middle of her forehead. It hit her with more force than I anticipated, causing her to flinch slightly. Undeterred, I continued, adding more releases. Another shot struck her forehead, and one splattered onto her glasses. As the pace slowed, the remaining shots found their mark on her cheeks and just above her lips.

I couldn't believe she had willingly gone along with it! A grin spread across her face, a mix of satisfaction and awe. Opening her eyes, she discovered her right lens covered in a glaze of my release. The cum slowly trickled down her face, staining her shirt. She even had a drop that made its way into her right eye, causing momentary discomfort. Yet, she sat there, one eye open, allowing me to appreciate the aftermath before she rushed off to clean up in the bathroom.

It was her expression, the look of satisfaction mixed with desire, that excited me the most about our first facial experience. It was the way she met my gaze, encouraging me to explore these newfound pleasures together and delve deeper into our shared desires.