She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut. No hello, no small talk. Just her hands yanking his belt open while she looked up at him with that hungry stare. "I want it on my face tonight," she said, voice already thick. "All of it. Don't hold back."
His cock sprang out hard and heavy. She didn't waste time. She spit on the head, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked like she was starving. Wet sounds filled the room as she bobbed fast, taking him deep until her nose pressed into his stomach. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She pulled off just long enough to say, "Fuck my mouth," then opened wide again.
He grabbed her hair and thrust. She gagged but didn't pull back. Her eyes watered, mascara already starting to streak. Every time he pulled out she gasped and begged, "More. Use me." Her hand stayed between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit in quick circles while he fucked her throat.
When he was close he pulled out and slapped his wet cock against her cheek. "You want this load?" he growled.
"On my face," she panted. "Paint it."
He stroked hard and fast, aiming right at her. The first thick rope hit her forehead and splashed across one eye. She moaned loud and stuck her tongue out. The next spurt landed on her cheek, then another across her lips and nose. Cum ran down in heavy lines, dripping off her chin onto her chest. She kept rubbing her clit the whole time, coming hard with his load still warm on her skin.
She didn't wipe it off. Instead she scooped some with two fingers and pushed it into her mouth, sucking them clean while she looked at him. "Again," she said. "I want more stories like this."
Later that week she was at his place again, this time on all fours on the living room floor. He had already fucked her pussy raw and she was dripping down her thighs. She turned around, face up, mouth open. "Cum on me. Cover my face again."
He stood over her and jerked. This load was heavier. It landed in thick globs across her forehead, one eye, and both cheeks. Some got in her hair. She smiled through it, licking what she could reach. "Fuck yes. I love feeling it hit me."
She told him about the other times after that. The guy from the bar who came so much it ran into her hair and down her neck. The coworker who made her kneel in the supply closet and blasted her face before she had to go back to her desk with dried cum on her skin. Each story made him harder. She told them while she sucked him, pausing to describe exactly how the cum felt hitting her, how it tasted, how she came just from the feeling of it on her face.
By the end of the month she had a regular thing going. Friday nights she showed up, got naked fast, and spent the evening getting her face used. Sometimes he fucked her first, sometimes he just made her suck until he was ready to unload. Every time she took it on her face and stayed there while it dripped, rubbing herself until she came too. She never wiped it off right away. She liked walking to the bathroom with it still on her skin, seeing the streaks in the mirror.
One night he brought a friend. She didn't hesitate. On her knees between them, sucking one then the other, she kept saying how much she wanted both loads on her face at once. They gave it to her. Two heavy shots at the same time, one from each side, covering her from forehead to chin. It was messy and thick and she looked wrecked when they finished. She came twice just from the feeling of it hitting her and running down.
She kept coming back. Always asking for the same thing. Always telling the stories of the other facials she'd taken. Always leaving with her face covered and that satisfied, filthy smile.
