She hit her knees the second the door shut, yanking his belt open like she had been starving for it all damn day. "Give it to me raw," she growled, voice already hoarse. His cock sprang out thick and heavy, and she wrapped both hands around it, stroking fast and tight while she stared up at him with that greedy look. "I want your cum all over my face tonight. Paint me."
He grabbed her hair and slapped his dick across her cheek, leaving a wet streak. "Open wide, slut." She did, tongue out, and he shoved in deep, fucking her throat in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. Every time he pulled back she gasped and begged, "More. Harder. I need that load."
He pulled out and rubbed the head over her lips. "You want it on your face?" She nodded fast, eyes watering. "Say it."
"Cover my fucking face. I want to feel every hot spurt. I want it in my hair, on my cheeks, dripping off my chin. Do it."
He stroked himself right above her, balls tight, breathing heavy. She kept her mouth open and eyes locked on the tip. The first rope hit her forehead hard, thick and white, sliding down between her eyebrows. The second landed across her nose and upper lip. She moaned loud when the third and fourth splattered her cheeks and one eye. He kept jerking, milking out every drop until her whole face was glazed and shiny, cum running in slow lines toward her jaw.
She didn't wipe it off. Instead she rubbed it in with both hands, smearing it over her skin like lotion while she licked her fingers clean. "Tastes so fucking good," she said, voice thick. "More stories like this. I want to collect them."
Later that week she was on all fours on the hotel bed, ass up, while two guys took turns. The first one finished on her face while the second was still pounding her from behind. Hot cum landed in heavy ropes across her closed eyes and open mouth. She swallowed what she could and let the rest drip. The second guy pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and added his own load, aiming low so it coated her lips and chin and ran down her neck. She lay there panting, face a mess, rubbing her clit until she came hard with their cum still sliding over her skin.
She started keeping count after that. One guy at the bar who bent her over the sink in the bathroom and unloaded across her cheeks while she held her own hair back. Another in the parking garage who made her kneel between two cars and took his time, edging until the cum shot in thick pulses that covered one side of her face completely. She went home each time with the evidence drying on her skin, sometimes texting pictures to the group chat they had going.
The dirtiest one came on a weekend trip. She let three of them use her in the living room, one after another. The first painted her forehead and hairline. The second aimed lower, streaking her cheeks and lips until she looked like she had been glazed. The third stood over her while she lay on the floor and jerked out a massive load that landed in heavy drops across her nose, mouth, and chin, some of it landing inside her open mouth so she could taste it mixed with the others. She stayed on her back afterward, legs spread, fingering herself while they watched, face completely covered and dripping onto the floor.
By the end of the month her phone was full of short videos and photos. Her face shiny and white, eyes half-closed, tongue out to catch whatever she could. She sent one to a new guy she had been teasing online. "This could be you next," she wrote. He replied in under a minute asking when.
She met him at his place, stripped the second she walked in, and dropped right there in the hallway. "Do it quick and messy," she told him. "I want to walk around with it drying on me." He didn't need more encouragement. He stood over her, cock in her face, and unloaded in four long, thick ropes that covered her from hairline to chin. Some got in her eye and she blinked it out, smiling the whole time. She left without cleaning up, feeling every step as the cum tightened on her skin.
She kept going back for more. Each new load added to the collection. Each new story ended the same way: her on her knees or on her back, face up, taking it all and loving every filthy second of it.
