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Note for readers: This part is very intense, emotional, raw, and direct. You need to read the first part in order to fully appreciate the character’s feelings. Since the first part is long, I haven’t posted it here, but you can find it on my profile. With that said, I hope you enjoy it.
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? SCENE THIRTEEN: “Laura talks about it”
Laura had woken up with the sun slipping through the curtains. The light at that hour in her apartment wasn’t just light –it was the kind that only showed up on slow days, the kind with no alarms, no rush. Everything in the space spoke of her: pale wood, raw fabrics, plants creeping into corners. The faint smell of freshly brewed coffee. Soft, simple, natural. All of it hers.
And something else lingered, a faint scent deep in her nose.
Something that clung faintly to the air and lodged in her senses like a seed –never a better word. Every so often it returned, and she wondered if Karen noticed.
When Laura came back from the kitchen with the mugs, Karen was already curled up at the far end of the sofa.
There was always something with Karen –her hair, skin, or curves– that radiated sensuality. That morning, Karen wore an oversized brown sweater sliding off one shoulder, revealing a stretch of smooth, even-toned skin and the black strap of her bra. Paired with black leggings, she was almost unbearably feminine. Her long, straight hair and glasses only enhanced her unstudied beauty, cliché in its simplicity, yet mesmerizing.
Laura looked at her a second too long. That skin… God, to have that glowing skin again, she thought.
She handed her the mug and sat on the opposite end of the couch, legs tucked under her.
There was a slight dent in the cushion between her and Karen. She noticed it, felt it –a quiet realization sinking in. Right then, she got this urge to open up and spill to Karen about what had happened the night before.
And she loved feeling like this. She loved what she had lived. She was radiant.
John and Diana were out –groceries, errands, something about picking up a package– and that left them with time. Time and freedom.
Laura and Karen’s conversation started like any other –casual chatter, a few half-hearted updates, and small distractions tossed between sips of coffee. But Karen, sharp as ever, caught the gaps. The pauses. The way Laura’s gaze would drift, just for a second too long, like her thoughts kept slipping out the side door.
Karen leaned in, voice low but amused. “You’ve been somewhere else all morning.”
Laura blinked. “What do you mean?”
Karen gave her a look. “I mean, you’re being all quiet. You keep stirring your coffee for no reason. And your eyes are doing that thing they do. Come on, Laura. There’s nothing wrong –it’s just I noticed your mind’s somewhere else.”
Laura smiled, caught. “Is it that obvious?”
Karen grinned. “Yes. You’ve been sitting there with that smug-ass look since I walked in. Spill it, Laura.”
Laura smiled somewhat nervously, looking away for a moment.
Karen pointed. “There. That smile.”
Laura smirked without a shred of apology, her eyes narrowing with a playful edge, glinting under thick lashes like she held a wicked secret. “I’m not smug, Karen. I’m just… savoring the quiet before I decide whether to totally blow your mind or not.”
Karen’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh, fuck me, it’s one of those.”
Laura smirked. “Definitely one of those.”
Karen leaned in, eyes hungry for the story. “Now, you better not hold back. I live for your porn content.”
Laura’s laughter was a low, throaty sound that promised a tale of debauchery. “Well, you know John has this obsession with seeing me surrounded by black cocks.” she began, not waiting for a response before diving in. “He’s been all over me about getting down on my knees to jerk off some big black cock until it paints my face. Total filth, but I play along for him, you know? It gets him wild.”
Karen’s breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling from the image. “Mmm… okay… so…”
“I have to admit there’s something about seeing him so consumed, so out of control that excites me. The way he calls me names –things like ‘black cock sucker’– and how I play into it. It was just fantasies, until…” Laura continued.
Karen listened intently.
“… yesterday, he messaged me on WhatsApp. He found someone online, Karen,” Laura added.
“Wait, what? Keep talking,” Karen replied, her voice laced with anxiety.
“It’s crazy… I still can’t believe what’s happened these past few days,” Laura said. Karen was stunned by those words, wondering for a moment if Laura had really gone through with it. “He found this huge black youngster –still with acne– attached to an enormous cock longer than my face and fat like a soda can. Well, all of him was fat too, with boobs bigger than ours, you know? And obviously, John wanted to see my face next to such a big black cock… and covered with his cum.”
“Laura, please tell me you didn’t do it,” Karen pleaded.
Laura chuckled cockily and held up her phone. She was looking for something on the device. You could tell that she had found it just by observing her expression of mischievous satisfaction. It was a picture of her face.
Karen’s phone buzzed, and after a swipe of her finger across the screen, her face contorted in shock. “Oh! My! God! Laura!” she shouted. Her brows shot up, mouth slightly open. “It’s… it can’t be. It’s fake, right?”
Laura shook her head, wide-eyed, half-laughing, while Karen zoomed in instinctively, her eyes widening as she scrutinized every pixel.
“Wow. It’s a lot… looks like…”
“Looks like I was the star of a bukkake scene, doesn’t it?” Laura quickly interrupted.
“Are you kidding me? Please, tell me that all… of that –her waving her hand over the phone screen– is John’s cumshot,” Karen replied in disbelief, staring at the huge black cock with a perfectly proportionate yet imposing knob that appeared in the picture.
Laura chuckled with a hint of arrogance. “Oh, that’s very real. And it wasn’t produced by John,” she continued, playing with the situation. “It’s a lot of cum from that black guy, isn’t it? A huge load. So thick. I could feel the weight on my skin… He has hyperspermia. John’s idea. You could have breakfast with just that,” she added with a cheeky laugh.
“Ugh,” Karen said, a fleeting image of tasting the thick white semen on her tongue from Laura’s selfie crossing her mind. “And John just watched you… being the queen of a bukkake?” she asked, still scrolling through the image.
Laura resumed, “Yes, and that’s what turned me on so much. It’s like a veil that had always clouded my vision finally fell, you know? But let me start from the beginning. I got home from work yesterday, and there they were in the living room, both in their underwear. I’m telling you, the bulge on that black boy… it was like an anaconda trapped in fabric. Heavy, barely contained. It was imposing, overwhelming. Obscene! And yet, it made me curious. And, honestly, a little aroused. That kind of allure that an imposing presence evokes, you know?”
“To be clear… there was only one guy?” Karen asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes, yes. Just one,” Laura said with a laugh. “Let me tell you everything.”
“Bukkake man. Sorry, continue,” Karen muttered, still processing.
Laura’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I know. Well… I froze. I kept telling myself it had to be another one of John’s dumb jokes –something he’d taken too far. But the look in his eyes told me he was serious.
‘Please, Laura,’ he said. ‘I love you. But I really need this. Just a handjob until he ends on your face.’ My eyes, wide and locked on his, as the truth of it all sank in. ‘Please do it for me. I want to see you so covered… like the girl in the photo I sent you today. He has hyperspermia…’ That last word came out almost breathless, his voice tinged with excitement. I was angry. Shocked. And I don’t even know why, but I hesitated. In the end, seeing John looking at me like that –so desperate, almost begging– that, and the curiosity of such an experience, got the better of me. And I thought, a cumshot on the face isn’t that big of a deal, right?“
Karen swallowed hard. To her, it wasn’t just a cumshot –it looked like a full-blown tsunami.
“‘Are you really sure about this?’ I asked. ‘You really want to see me like that? I mean, would you want to kiss me again? Could you leave behind the image of the… of my face marked by the cum of another man? Maybe I like it! What if I get turned on so much that I lose myself? Could you handle seeing me enjoying him? And… did you wonder if I fell in love with his cock or with him? That sometimes happens! I assume you’ve already thought through the potential consequences.’ I said, turning my face towards him and staring deep into his eyes.
“Yes, I need to see you like that. Just a handjob and a facial, Laura. And then, I want you to swallow all the cum. You will love it,” he whispered, completely lost in his desire.
Laura continued, her tone matter-of-fact but charged. “I was surprisingly aroused by the situation –the atmosphere charged with that new deep and powerful manly scent– and for a few seconds, I was caught up in the excitement of what I was about to do, despite my hesitation…
‘Okay,’ I told him, ‘I’ll do it –for you. You really need this after going this far. But, again, you do realize there’s a good chance I’ll get so turned on I’ll end up wanting to fuck that cock, right?'”
She paused, then added with quiet finality: “And I meant it.”
Karen leaned back, chuckling. “And John? Happy as hell, huh?”
Laura grinned. “Turned on beyond belief. Poor guy looked like he’d won the lottery. I mean, come on! I’m a damn catch.”
Laura remembered the nervous sigh that slipped from her lips just before she knelt before the stranger, sprawled across the couch like a king on his throne –serene, yet heavy with presence. Her gaze was drawn, almost involuntarily, to the massive bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his underwear. It seemed too large, too defined to be soft… but there was no tension, no obvious erection. Just mass. Weight. As if his body didn’t need to be aroused to overwhelm her.
She felt it in her chest first –a flutter that dropped straight to her belly, then lower. A tightness. A slow, magnetic pull. She couldn’t look away. The shape was obscene, disproportionate, and yet it fascinated her. She wanted to explore it. The curiosity was reaching the highest level.
His breaths were deep and unhurried, like someone entirely in control. The air around them grew dense with his scent –warm, animal, almost bitter. It wasn’t cologne. It was him. Skin, sweat, balls sweat. She inhaled without meaning to, and it hit her hard: raw, masculine, and unbearably intimate.
It can’t be… If this is what he’s like soft… she thought, not for the first time.
The thought made her thighs tense. She didn’t know what it was she wanted. Only that her body had already decided.
She was there –on her knees, between his massive thighs. The space between them swallowed her.
For a moment, a flicker of fear pulsed through her. Not panic. Something darker. Something hotter. The fear of realizing that this huge stranger –almost a teenager, really, but monstrous in size–was in her house. In her living room. On her sofa.
Her sofa. The same one where she used to curl up with a book and a cup of tea. Where she’d fall asleep during rainy afternoons. The same sofa where John would wrap an arm around her during quiet nights, or where Diana would lean against her to watch cartoons, her head warm and heavy on Laura’s shoulder. So many small, tender moments soaked into those cushions. Now soaked in the musky scent of him. Claimed. Marked.
She leaned forward until her nose touched the fabric and inhaled. It hit so hard that her inner organs trembled, and a soft moan left her well-formed mouth. Desire was starting to boil her blood.
It was terrifying.
And God, it was thrilling. That specific kind of fear that made her whole body vibrate. The fear that something might snap. That she might snap. That this was already happening, and she had no intention –no desire– to stop it.
Taking advantage of the fact that her face was next to it, he lowered his underwear –a sharp breath caught in Laura’s throat– and then it appeared: an humongous –intimidating– semi-flaccid black cock, thick and veined, pulsing with a life of its own, just inches from her face. She remembered the sudden flood of scent –musky, potent, undeniably male– that filled her nostrils like heat.
It swayed heavily until it settled against his massive balls and the edge of the sofa like a dormant beast. He was a vision of raw sexual power, his dark skin gleaming in the soft light. So huge. And his balls… fuck. They were indeed like oranges, visibly swollen, full of semen. There was no doubt he needed to release. And in that moment, she saw it clearly: what those monstrous testicles were about to do to her face.
Fuck. I’m really going to end up completely covered in his cum. Ruined like a slut… a cumslut
Then, something shifted –unexpected. A strange instinct, almost tender. Not just arousal now, but something else. A need to help him. To ease him. As if his aching, overloaded balls were begging her for relief. And her hands… her hands wanted to take care of him.
Laura continued, her voice low but steady. “I was transfixed. A little worried about what I was letting happen… but also completely, dangerously aroused. I realized I wanted to worship that cock –not just touch it, not even just suck it, but give my self to it. Out of curiosity. Out of need.”
She paused, as if reliving it.
“I was frozen there, lost in my own filthy thoughts, while he started rubbing it all over my face. Slowly. Marking me. My forehead, my nose, my lips. I could feel the heat of it, the texture of the skin, the weight. The scent –thick, musky, unmistakably his– clung to me, and my face began to smell like his cock.”
Karen blinked, caught somewhere between disbelief and fascination. “You’re… very graphic.”
Laura smiled, slow and unapologetic, like she was savoring each word. “You’ve known that since forever.”
A pause stretched between them –quiet, electric.
Karen tilted her head, her voice softer, almost amused. “And then you choked on that BBC?”
Laura laughed. “No, no. But I would’ve, happily.”
She leaned back, eyes glittering. “Eventually he said, ‘Come on, black cock whore, put those hands to work,’ and slapped the tip against my nose. His voice was low, commanding. I felt it in my spine.”
Karen raised her brows. “And you obeyed?”
Laura shrugged, teasing. “I resisted. For a second. But then I looked at his balls –massive. So full they looked painful. Like they were about to explode. And I, –I don’t know– I laughed. Not mockingly. Just… nervously.”
She smirked, glancing at Karen. “‘With balls like that, I’m going to end up looking like a porn star in a bukkake,’ I told him. You know how I get. When I’m nervous, I crack stupid jokes.”
Karen still wasn’t sure how much of what she was hearing she could actually process.
Laura went on, her tone darkening just slightly. “He laughed. This big, deep laugh. And something about that –making this huge, cocky guy laugh– turned me on even more. Like, yeah, I was giving in… but I had power too. Not just submission.”
She paused, remembering. “Then he looked down at me and said,’You are a black cock whore and a cumslut for black seed. Say it.’ His voice, low, rich.
Laura bit her lip at the memory. “I told him, ‘Not yet. Maybe later. But I have to admit, I’m getting super horny between your strong legs.’ Then I finally grabbed him –with both hands– he was heavier than I expected, and even with my fingers spread wide, I couldn’t wrap them around his girth. Wow, Karen… I have big hands and I felt like a little girl handling something obscene only for adults.”
Her breath caught slightly as she continued. “I started stroking that tower of black meat –slow, deliberate. Like I had all the time in the world. I was amazed by how perfectly shaped it was. It was beautiful, monstrous and beautiful at the same time.”
Karen sat frozen, eyes locked on her friend, her own breath shallow.
Laura’s voice dropped. “I was getting into it. I said, ‘You love seeing a white mom like me worship your big black cock, don’t you?'”
“Fuck, Karen, I don’t know your experience with huge cocks, but his was so massive it couldn’t even get fully hard as a rock like a normal guy of his age, you know? It just throbbed –thick and heavy– like an anaconda coiling in my hands.”
Karen didn’t say anything. But no, she had never been with anyone bigger than average.
She exhaled, eyes distant. “At first it was just a handjob. But then… something shifted. The way he breathed. The heat of him. The way his cock pulsed in my palms. Getting used to his nudity. I started feeling… close. Not just turned on, close. And the shared look, straight into each other’s eyes. Like we were in this together. Like it wasn’t just about sex, but also connection –something unspoken between us–, cooperation to release the ache of his testicles and to achieve a great facial. For a second, there was this weird calm. Like I could stay right there, doing just that, forever.”
She hesitated. “Maybe it was because he looked so young. Maybe it stirred something maternal in me. I don’t know. I also wanted to take care of him. And touch him. At the same time.”
She looked at Karen, half-smiling, half-adrift. “You know what I mean?”
Karen’s voice came out thin. “May be…”
Laura’s smile curled darker now, a flicker of mischief behind her eyes. “And then he broke it, growling, ‘You’re a white slut.'”
She gave a breathless laugh, eyes gleaming with something between disbelief and hunger.
“And honestly? I loved it.”
She fell silent for a moment, but her mind was already replaying it–that exact moment, vivid and alive.
“Then I remember dragging my nose along the full length of his cock. Slowly. Like it was sacred. Pressing in, crushing the tip and the sides of my nose against the shaft. Also flattening my whole face. God… he smelled so good. Raw. Alive. I could’ve stayed there for hours, just breathing him in.
A soft moan escaped her lips, unashamed.
“The smell, the feel, the weight of him… it was obscene. Addictive. And I began to desperately want to suck it.”
He had watched her the whole time. Silent. Still. Chest rising in deep, measured breaths, wide nostrils flaring –like he couldn’t believe what she was doing.
“‘I’d love to give you a blowjob,’ I whispered to him, watching a drop of precum glistening on his tip.
And then –suddenly– when I was about to spread the precum on my lips, he stood up. Towering over me. A storm brewing above, dark and unyielding. He seized my head with his hand, as if I were nothing. A fragile doll in his grip. His fingers, so broad, so shadowed, so… commanding, dug into my skin with a force that felt like ownership.”
She took a breath, her voice resumed confident. “For a second, I thought he was going to fuck my mouth. And I would’ve let him. No resistance, no games. Just open and ready to be choked. But instead, he turned my head toward John. His fingers pressed hard into my forehead, anchoring me, pinning me in place like a trophy on display. ‘Tell your husband what I’m about to do to that pretty little face of yours,’ he growled, his voice a low rumble of hunger.”
Laura’s tone softened, a whisper laced with revelation. “That’s when I remembered John. Just for a fleeting moment. And I realized –this wasn’t just his fantasy anymore. It was mine. Ours. We had crossed a line so far beyond return that pretending otherwise felt like a lie.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. Her gaze was that of someone who’d stumbled upon a forbidden gospel, a new faith carved in flesh and desire.
“John was stroking himself through his underwear, his mouth parted, breathless. He looked… shattered. Utterly lost. His eyes locked onto mine as I began to speak –my voice barely a murmur, each word heavy with raw emotion, trembling yet defiant, burning with a fire I couldn’t extinguish, propelled by the firm grip of that stranger fingers.”
‘Are you enjoying this, John? In a few minutes, this big black boy is going to cover my face with his cum like the blonde in that pic. You totally wanted this to happen, didn’t you? You’ve been dying to see my face totally plastered with a massive load from a bbc.’ She swallowed hard. ‘Well, I have to confess, for the last few days, you’ve been making me wish some big black cock would use my skin –the same skin you love so much– as his canvas, giving me the facial treatment you could never provide. Oh my God, John… We’re really about to let this black stranger, with hyperspermia, empty all his thick semen from his huge black balls on my face. The face of your Laura. You’d better get your camera ready. This is going to be huge –something to remember.”
As she spoke, the last flickers of resistance in her core gave way to something darker –pure, unrestrained lust. She cupped his testicles –lustrous, warm, swollen, impossibly heavy. They overflowed in her hand: too full, too soft, too much to contain. With her other hand, she gently moved the foot long, thick and heavy shaft aside to clear her view.
“Look at these balls, John. They’re massive. So damn heavy. Full of warm, thick black seed. Seriously, they’re going to cover my whole face in cum. I bet one load could knock me up… don’t you? I’m wondering if you’d love for him to breed me…” Laura was silent for a couple of seconds, keeping her eyes on and playing with those humongous testicles –long enough to picture a black baby in her mind… in the arms of a smiling Diana… and to feel a bit of panic again. But right away, the lust hit hard again.
“Enjoy the show, John. Your dream come true. Watch my face get completely bukkaked.”
Her hand glided up the long black shaft, slow and deliberate. Reverent. As if she were touching something both sacred and obscene, feeling the weight of her own surrender in every inch.
Wow… I can’t believe it. I’m so turned on that I want to be plastered by him. And his huge cock… Oh my God, I really want him to fuck me… She realized, forgetting about John again.
Then she started stroking it fast, aiming right at the bridge of her nose, with some long strokes smacking into the tip. “Come on, big boy, use my face to release the ache of your full big balls. Give me a massive facial. Baptize me in your hot, thick milk. Fuck, please! I’m so fucking horny! I want my face to reek of your thick cum. Make me one of your cumsluts!” Laura –a proud and strong-willed woman– crying and begging as she never had before in her life.
Laura’s voice trembled as she was recalling this, not in fear, but in transformation.
“I felt freer than ever, Karen. He was groaning louder, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back with a sharp tug, making me meet his gaze. I grinned up at him, wild and fearless, and whispered, ‘Make me look pretty with your load.'”
She let out a laugh, but her voice carried something else–something reverent. “Then, he took off my glasses. Slowly. Carefully. Almost like it meant something.
In that moment, I turned to John, my voice laced with a cocky, playful edge. ‘He’s just like you, John. He wants to flood my eyes, hide them beneath a pool of thick cum. The difference is… he actually can. And you’ll see.’
At that moment, I remembered the blonde in the photo John had sent me earlier that afternoon. The first time I saw her, she’d looked downright grotesque; I even felt a kind of guilt, looking at her like that –or at what was left of her. But then, it turned me on. I wanted to be her. I wanted to beat her, outrun her with more cum on my face. I was jealous. Pathetic, really. But, God, I got so fucking horny.” Laura looked up in a quick reflex, as if she felt both pleasure and disbelief.
“In that moment,” Laura went on, “watching John jerk himself like an animal, eyes wild… it stole the air from my lungs. I unbuttoned the buttons on my jeans and touched myself below the underwear, couldn’t help it. I was soaking. Totally gone. I belonged to that black boy in front of my husband. Acne, boobs, belly, sweat and all. Every part of him.”
A surge of lust tightened in my stomach as he lifted my face to look up toward John.
‘Bro, take a good look. I’m about to ruin her face.’ He said as he spat on his palm and continued stroking himself, producing wet, sloppy sounds. Hearing that gave me a surge of pleasure that almost made me cum.” Laura added still impressed.
“‘You both ready? If there is anyone… –moans– here who objects to this holy union–placing the knob on her forehead–, speak now or forever hold your peace.’ he growled, his voice thick with raw, primal need. The sound of his hand resuming the stroking of his huge black cock towards me was hypnotizing the room.”
“Please, don’t stop.” I almost begged, almost cried.
And then John, who had been totally lost just watching and stroking himself, finally spoke, his voice trembling. “I want to see how you make the face of that white proud whore unrecognizable. Cover every face feature of her. Then I want you to take a spoon and feed her all your semen with it. Every last drop”
Laura stood still for a second. The wet sound of the youngster strokes surrounding her. Stunned, broken, and so incredibly turned on all at once. Oh my god, John… she thought.
Then I closed my eyes for a second, tilted my face up to show I was totally surrendering, and let out an overwhelmed moan. In response, he quickly laid his now wet cock across my face, playing with it, and I started whispering sweetly, completely intoxicated again by its scent and weight. ‘Please… do what he asks. There’s no going back. Cover me like a glazed donut.’ I swear, Karen, I don’t even know where those words came from, words that make me feel kind of uncomfortably vulnerable now. But I meant every one of them. I was just waiting for it, aching for it.”
He then gently tapped his cock against my face a couple of times, while me trying to kiss the shaft, and gripped hard my head again, his voice a rough promise. ‘As you wish, ma’am. I’m gonna paint a masterpiece on that pretty white face of yours. I saved it for days, only for you.’
Karen became aware, in that moment, of a growing heat between her legs. Listening to Laura speak like that –so vividly, so intensely, with every detail laid bare– was turning her on. She shifted slightly and crossed her legs, afraid the wetness might soak through her leggings.
Laura continued, calm but smoldering. “He said, ‘Say you’re now a black cock whore. Come on, bitch, say it.’ stroking himself furiously, his eyes burning into mine, his cock aimed straight at my face. I looked up –right into those boyish eyes, his grip tight in my hair– I knew he was close, and it came out of me: ‘ENJOY FACIALIZING THIS BIG, BLACK, COCK, WHORE!’ My voice was raw–I could barely recognize it.”
She exhaled sharply.
“I was jerking off so hard I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I was totally surrendered, Karen. So fucking turned on… like never before. On my knees, his hand gripping my head, his cock tapping my face while he stroked himself right to the edge. The orgasm was hitting me so hard, my tits were rock hard. ‘Please, cover my face! Ruin me… Oh! I can’t… I’m cumming!”‘ I was coming –helpless!– crying out.”
Laura whispered the last words, her hands cupping her breasts, her eyes locked on Karen’s.
She was still lost in it, replaying every second. “And then… it happened.”
Karen was on the edge of her seat, eyes wide with shock. She was still processing it –unable to speak.
“It was… amazing, Karen. What a spectacle,” Laura said, the words sending a shiver down her spine. “I was still catching my breath when he jerked my head up –roughly– and started facializing me, roaring like a beast as he held my face toward John. It was massive. Overwhelming. No woman is ever truly ready for something like this the first time. He covered every feature of my face. I felt it hit my forehead, slide down my eyelids, flood my right eye –hit both eyes– coat my nose, my cheeks, fill my nostrils, drip from my lips and chin… I lost the count of the spurts but each one was incredibly thick. I could feel them being absorbed into my pores the moment they landed. The cumshot was ridiculously massive, and the scent was so intense it intoxicated my brain. It truly felt like a warm mask of sperm. When the last guttural growls and dripping strands subsided, I whispered from the depths of my soul, ‘Thank you’. Opening my mouth, the cum clung so thickly to my lips that it wove a heavy web across them when I tried to breathe and my nose was blocked.”
She touched her cheek with a teasing smile. “And honestly, my skin hasn’t looked this good in twenty years. You should give it a try.” She chuckled –loose, relaxed.
“I’ll make a note of it,” Karen said, playing along, though her face remained completely transfixed.
“After the facial, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. My eyes were sealed shut with cum –completely useless. I didn’t want to wipe any of it away. Not yet.
‘Can you open the camera and take a picture of my pretty face? haha’ I said softly, aware of the semen clinging to my teeth. A bit of salty, sweet, rich flavor hit the tip of my tongue –unexpectedly pleasant. My mouth watered, unbidden.
He took the phone. I searched blindly in the air for his cock, found it –again amazed by its girth and weight– and he snapped a single photo before handing it back directly to my pocket.
In that moment, feeling the semen cling to my face –heavy, sliding down, dripping onto my shirt– I felt a need for privacy. So I stood up, still blinded, stumbling toward the bathroom alone.
At the sink, I leaned forward, trying to open my eyes.
As my lids parted, a slow trail of semen slid down my cheek –warm and thick. I winced. It clung to my lashes, sticky and heavy, resisting every blink.
But I managed –bit by bit– to force them open. Not fully. Just enough.
Enough to see.
The mirror hit me like a jolt.
My face… I was unrecognizable.
Thick, white semen masked my features entirely –cheeks, lips, forehead, even my nose, which was practically buried under the weight of it. The mess clung to me in globs, obscenely dense, almost solid at the tip of my nose.
And still, I couldn’t look away.
It was grotesque. Absurd. And impossibly hot because it was real, it was me.
I watched my own breathing –how the cum bubbled in my nostrils each time I exhaled. I looked like something out of a pornographic hallucination.
But it fascinated me. That I could be the protagonist of that image… That I could love it,” Laura recounted.
“It still blows my mind when I think about it… god, it makes me so damn horny. And also thinking of that blonde bitch I felt like a winner” She let out a shaky laugh, biting her lower lip.
“I leaned in closer, examining those huge globs, and the thick ropes clinging to my skin. Standing there, blinded by the thick white semen, in that atmosphere of such sexual humidity on my skin, I gave in.
I was never into swallowing. Honestly, the thought used to repulse me. But the vision of that thick, white cream pulled me in. Thee was something about it –raw, potent, pure masculinity– that set off a burning curiosity I couldn’t ignore. And the scent –God, the scent– was overpowering. So I gave in to it.
Hesitantly, I let my tongue find a cluster near the corner of my mouth. The taste hit immediately –mostly sweet and a bit acid– delicious. The texture was a bit strange… like more creamy and homogeneous than average –silky with a hint of weight that clung to my throat. But I swallowed. And I liked it. It reminded me to a yoghurt.
I couldn’t believe it, but I wanted more. I swear, the line between swallowing his semen and eating a yoghurt was blurring.
One of the almost solid globs slid slowly from the tip of my nose. I caught it between two fingers, brought it to my mouth, and let it melt on my tongue. I closed my eyes as I swallowed, savoring the obscene sensation.
That flavor, that heat… the idea that it was produced by those massive black balls and came out from that beautiful but imposing black cock I had milked with my own hands–it was powerful. And meaningful.
“God, the milk that young black guy produces is delicious!” she exhaled.
With shaking fingers, I scooped up a viscous strand. It tingled against my skin. The scent –almost chemical– was so sexual it made my knees weak.
I swallowed it. Slowly. Feeling every inch of it coat my throat.
Soon I found myself watching –mesmerized– as I fed on it. Rope after rope. Glob after glob. Lump after lump of thick, delicious black seed.
I was a mess. A filthy, soaked, depraved mess. But I couldn’t stop eating cum. I didn’t want to.
It was total depravity, you know? I was feeding myself with tons of semen from a black guy I just met” Laura shared, her voice low and steady, as if recalling something sacred.
Karen blinked slowly, speechless. “That’s… too much for me.”
Laura smiled faintly. “I think I’ve developed a taste for it. I’ve been obsessed with him ever since –his size, his cock, his delicious cum… Fuck, Karen! I love black seed! –Actually, I was a little nervous when you arrived because I could still feel it in my nose and my mouth, haha.” She laughed happily.
“Karen, I didn’t tell John about this but I want him to fuck me. He’d destroy me but I want to feel his cock inside me. And I want even more. I want a gangbang. Look, this morning, I was fantasizing about a bukkake. Big black men like him, surrounding me… Forcing me… then everyone cumming on me. Ending up totally blasted. And finally, swallowing that blend of cumshots.”
She paused, eyes shining with something deeper. “Fuck… I know it sounds crazy. Swallowing used to sound disgusting to me, but now it turns me on like crazy, and I love feeling this way. I’m happy. And I’m glad I can share this with you.”
Karen swallowed –unsure whether from shock or something else. “Wow, Laura. I never knew you had that in you.”
“Neither did I,” Laura admitted. “But John’s more than willing to help me explore it.”
She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.
“Poor John didn’t even get to see me in the mirror. I forgot to call him before I started swallowing everything, so he missed the moment –couldn’t get the photos he wanted. He’ll be thrilled to have another chance.”
She leaned in, her voice a sweet dare.
“Why don’t you come with us?” Laura proposed with a grin, feeling a sense of pride in her newfound kink.
“Of course, Team Black Cock Whores!” Karen blurted with laughter. “No, no, no, forget it. Just kidding. I couldn’t.”
“You could just be there. Watching. Being with me,” Laura said softly.
“Laura… stop. Don’t tempt me. I have to confess, I’ve always had a thing for black guys… but not especially for the cum.” Karen admitted, laughing nervously as she took a sip of her coffee –already cold.
And that’s when Laura saw it. The wet spot. Centered perfectly between Karen’s thighs. No words were needed after that.