“So, I was going to swing buy the gallery after work,” he purred, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Maybe I could pick up that other painting you like.” And then he licked his lips. “If, y’know… You earn it.”
Susie pouted.
“Marcus, if you loved me you’d buy it for me without extorting sexual perversions.”
Marcus gasped.
“Susie! How dare you!” He feigned outrage. “You really think I’d blow my load all over that pretty face of yours merely for my own personal enjoyment?” He shook his head. “Shame on you.” And then he lowered his head, until his face was inches away from hers, and purred: “I’m doing it for you. So you won’t scratch your nose today.”
And Susie thought about it for a second.
Even though it was clear Marcus was full of shit, and he was just extorting a blowjob out of her, she had a couple of reasons to consider his demand. He was going to buy her a painting if she did it, and it was a great way to make sure she didn’t scratch her nose.
But, perhaps most convincingly of all, it was a sexy idea.
The thought of kneeling on the bathroom floor, and sucking her handsome husband’s big cock? And then letting him spurt all over her face?
Susie’s panties were instantly soaked.
But despite her enthusiasm, she feigned outrage as she dropped to her knees in the bathroom doorway, and reached to unbuckle Marcus’s pants.
“You’re a monster, you know,” she grinned, yanking open his suit pants, and reaching inside. Her fingers soon curled around his thickening shaft, and Susie struggled to pull his cock free. “Making your poor wife suck your cock, like some kind of a whore.”
“Oh, stop it, you little slut,” Marcus grinned, slapping Susie on the cheek with his hardening cock. “You love it, don’t lie.” And then Marcus groaned, as Susie licked his balls and stroked his cock. “Unnngh….. I know y-you love to suck cock,” he groaned. “F-fuck, if I didn’t let you do this, to get it out of your system, you’d probably be on your knees for the FedEx delivery guy by lunchtime.”
Susie’s pussy throbbed at that mental image.
“Would you like that,” Susie purred, slurping up and down the length of Marcus’s shaft. “Would you like to know your wife’s a little cock-sucking whore while you’re hard at work in the office?”
And the dirty words, and her slurping tongue, were too much for him.
“Oh, fuuuck,” Marcus groaned, and then Susie giggled as hot spurts of cum splattered her face.
She eagerly stroked his cock, milking each spurt as it rained down on her face, until Marcus groaned for mercy and she released his sticky, drained shaft from her fingers.
She giggled again, wiping the cum from her fingers off over her nose.
“The skin treatment is applied,” she purred.
“Mmmm,” Marcus bent down and kissed her on her cum-covered lips. “And don’t you look just beautiful in it.” And then he winked. “Make sure you’re still wearing it when I come home, and I’ll bring that beautiful painting with me.”
And that made Susie’s panties almost as wet as the blowjob had.
Chapter Six
For most of the day, things seemed to be going to plan.
With HGTV on in the background, and still wearing her Ducky pajamas, Susie busied herself around the house while waiting for the delivery guy.
She did the laundry. She worked on her art. She put a couple of things on eBay, and then investigated the garden project she was planning to get started on that summer.
And through it all, she wore her husband’s cum all over her face like it was a trophy.
But a little after lunchtime, disaster struck.
She was in the kitchen, and popped open a jar of jalapeños. Susie loved jalapeños, and could quite happily eat an entire jar of them if she wasn’t fully in control of herself.
Today, she was just making lunch, though – and carefully picked out half the jar, slice by slice, to stick between two slices of bread to make a jalapeño sandwich (this is the point where Susie, if she was able to communicate to you, would be saying: “Don’t judge me!”)
She squeezed the two slices of whole wheat bread together, screwed shut the jar and then, without even thinking about it, wiped a stray wisp of hair from her eye.
“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Jalapeño juice immediately seared her eyeball.
Cursing like a sailor with Tourette Syndrome, Susie staggered over to the sink, threw her head under the tap and yanked the cold water on full force. It spurted into her face like a firehose – and blissfully washed clear her eye.
Gasping for breath, soaked to the skin and blinking furiously, Susie pulled her face from the stream of water and blotted herself dry with a dish towel…
And then realized what she’d done.
“Fuck!”
Turning her head, she glanced at the mirror above the kitchen table and saw that her face was flushed and pink, from the cold water. Her husband’s pearlescent cum was completely gone.
“Shit,” she laughed.
Fuck… How would she explain this one?
Marcus wasn’t a complete dick. She knew he’d probably understand. Hell, he’d probably even give her that second Salvador Dali painting, laughing about the whole experience.
But the truth be told? Susie felt bad about disappointing him. She could see how turned on Marcus was by the whole sexy little game of her “wearing” his cum. And rightly or wrongly, it was a game that had stopped her scratching her nose, and had helped ease her dermatitis.
“Shit.” A little more angrily now, she kicked the garbage can.
At that exact moment, there was a rap at the door.
Pajamas soaked, and wet hair plastered to her face, Susie turned to gaze down the corridor to the front door. Who was that?
And then she remembered that Derek, the handsome FedEx delivery dude, had promised to return with her second package.
She laughed bitterly and trudged to the door leaving a trial of drips along the hardwood floor.
Unbolting the door, she swung it open and found Derek looming above her, framed by the doorway.
“Woah,” his eyes widened when he saw her, standing there dripping wet.
“It’s a long story,” she explained, laughing.
“Dayum, Miss,” Derek passed her the clipboard, to sign for her package. “Seems every time I knock on this door these days, your face is covered with one thing or another.”
Susie first laughed, and then she realized the context of what the handsome, black delivery driver was saying. Her cheeks burned red.
“I…,” she stammered to explain. “I mean, when I saw you yesterday…”
The big, black man laughed.
“Yeah, I…” It was impossible to tell with his dark skin, but he was acting like he was blushing too.
Which was actually nice.
I mean, sure, Susie was embarrassed – but it was also kind of nice that Derek was actually looking at her today, and talking to her.
After years of having this big, sexy black guy deliver packages to her doorstep, she’d never even once seen the remotest sign that he’d even noticed she was a woman – let alone looked at her with the same admiring gaze that she’d stared at him with.
But for some reason, she’d got his attention yesterday.
Maybe wearing a face-full of cum will do that.
And then she froze.
She suddenly had the most wicked thought. Something totally outrageous. Taboo. Forbidden.
Something that instantly made her panties wet (or would have done, if she wasn’t already soaked to the skin.)
Susie looked up at the handsome black delivery guy.
“Derek, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, as she signed for the package and passed back the clipboard.
“Do you have ten minutes?”
Derek narrowed his eyes.
“W-why?” He asked. “I’m kind of on a tight schedule.”
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br /> “Okay, five minutes then,” she licked her lips. “I can work fast.”
She reached over and grabbed Derek’s wrist, and then practically wrenched the big guy through the front door, into her house.
“Derek, honey?” Susie purred, unbuttoning her soaked pajama top. “I need you to do me a big favor.”
Derek’s face broke into an astonished smile as this sexy, Italian housewife began taking off her pajama top in front of him.
“I…” He stammered. “Erm…”
And then he fell silent, as Susie opened up the front of her soaked pajama shirt and released her big, round breasts.
“Derek,” Susie said anxiously, squeezing and massaging her big tits. “I need you to do something for me. I’ll understand if you say no – if you’ve got a wife, or a girlfriend, or you’re gay or something… But…”
And then she finished peeling off her shirt, and tossed it over her shoulder. Totally naked above the waist, the beautiful housewife knelt down in front of the towering black guy, squeezing her breasts together and looking up flirtatiously.
“But,” Susie repeated. “If you have five minutes to spare, I really need you to blow your load all over my face.”
Chapter Seven
Derek looked absolutely stunned.
“A-are you for real?”
“Uh huh,” Susie nodded, looking up at the towering black man with a sexy glint in her eye.
“A-and you’re not recording this? This isn’t some kind of TV show, or something?”
“Nope,” Susie promised.
“You’re not gonna, like, tell my boss, or something.”
Susie snarled: “No! None of that.” She licked her lips seductively. “It’d take too long to explain, but I really need a big, hot load of cum on my face and I was hoping you’d be up for the job.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean, you are a delivery driver. Deliver, dammit!”
Derek looked around nervously one last time.
“You swear you’re for real?”
Susie snorted.
“You remember all those letters in the back of Hustler? About the horny housewives and what they got up to with the plumber, or the pool boy?” she smiled wickedly. “Some of those stories were true.”
“Dayum,” Derek breathed.
Susie snuffled forward, assuming the bulge swelling in the front of Derek’s uniform pants meant he was down with this.
Her slender fingers reached up and started unbuckling the big, black man’s belt. A moment later, she was unzipping his fly, and then wrenching down his pants.
“Fuuck,” Derek gasped, as his pants fell down around his knees, and cool air washed over his bare ass.
Susie gasped.
As she pulled down Derek’s pants and boxer shorts, she let loose a massive, half-hard cock that fell practically down to the black man’s knee.
“Holy shit!”
It was like a thick, meaty norcino sausage, and increasingly as firm. In fact, as Susie lifted her hands and curled her slender fingers around Derek’s impressive shaft, his cock started to rise to attention like a flagpole.
“Holy shit, ma’am,” Derek gasped, as he suddenly felt Susie’s fingers massage his balls, and begin stroking his shaft. “Y-you’re fucking serious.”
“Uh huh,” Susie nodded, glancing at her watch. “Now, I know you’re on a schedule, so just lean back and enjoy this.” And then she opened her mouth wide, and wrapped her lips around the head of Derek’s massive cock.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” the big, black man’s knees nearly buckled as he felt Susie’s warm, wet, sucking mouth on the head of his cock.
He looked down and saw her lips stretched thin, struggling to accommodate his massive girth. But Susie was a determined woman, and as she massaged Derek’s balls with one hand, she started stroking the length of cock that wasn’t already in her mouth with the other.
All the while, her tongue swirled around the tip of his swollen shaft, and her lips sucked inexorably.
“Mmmmph,” her big, brown eyes rolled upwards, and she let out a muffled moan as if to ask “are you enjoying this?”
“Oh, fuck,” Derek groaned, reaching down to slide his fingers through her wet hair. “Damn, girl… I haven’t had a blowjob in… Shit, as long as I can remember.”
“Mmmph,” saliva drooling down her chin, Susie mumbled something positive, and then tried to swallow more of Derek’s massive shaft into her pretty little mouth.
Soon, the wet sound of suction echoed through the room, as Susie eagerly sucked and slurped on Derek’s massive cock. He was moaning softly, a shit-eating grin on his handsome face, and his eyes half-closed in ecstacy.
Meanwhile, Susie had taken one hand away from Derek’s big, black cock and shoved it down the front of her pajama pants. As she bobbed her head up and down on Derek’s dick, her fingers slithered between the glistening folds of her pussy, and she rubbed her clitoris furiously.
She felt deliciously naughty. Here she was, sucking a stranger’s big, black cock – practically milking it for his hot, wet load.
And Derek was loving it. The handsome black man was groaning now, his voice ragged, and his knees wobbling.
Susie closed her eyes, and rubbed herself faster.
Her tongue swirled around the head of Derek’s cock, and she squeezed and kneaded his heavy, egg-sized balls, until she suddenly felt his nuts contract, and tasted a hint of salt on her tongue.
Eyes opening wide, Susie pulled Derek’s dripping, spit-slick cock from her mouth, and started jerking him off furiously.
“You naughty boy,” the pretty housewife laughed, lips and tongue glistening with saliva. “You weren’t going to warn me, were you?” And then she licked Derek’s cock, and his knees buckled again. “You were just going to bust your nut in my mouth, when I specifically told you I needed it on my face.”
“Unnnngh,” Derek groaned – clearly beyond comprehension at this point.
Susie felt a thrill of power, and lifted her other hand to jerk him off. With both hands, she stroked his big, black, beautiful cock and murmured softly: “Come on, baby. Give it to me… You know I want it.”
“Oh, shit,” Derek groaned.
“That’s it, baby,” Susie stroked faster. “Give it to me, baby. Bust your nut all over this pretty face…”
“Fuuuck!”
And then Susie gasped, as she felt Derek’s big cock throb, swell and then spurt!
A scalding jet of cum splashed straight across Susie’s lips and tongue.
Laughing, Susie stroked faster, lifting Derek’s cock up as she jerked him off, so the next spurt of burning cum splattered right across her nose, and the third one plastered one of her eyes shut.
Susie giggled like a madwoman, as she milked Derek’s big cock onto her face.
Eventually, the hot spurts became a dribble, and Derek pushed Susie away, groaning: “T-too much! Too much!”
Susie slumped onto the hardwood floor, gasping for breath and giggling. She turned her head, to look in her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
She was plastered in cum.
Strands covered her lips and chin, a big glob stretched over one eye, and her nose was glazed in sticky, pearlescent sperm.
She looked obscene. She loved it.
She just hoped Marcus wouldn’t notice the difference between his load, and Derek’s dripping face-full.
Chapter Eight
Susie had been scared that getting rid of Derek would be the hard part – but FedEx delivery guys are on a tight rein. The moment the big, black driver busted his nut, reality came washing back over him, and he glanced at his watch in panic.
“Oh, shit,” frantically, Derek tucked his drained cock back into his pants. “I gotta run.”
He paused, his hand on the door handle of the front door. Turning to Susie, he asked: “A-are you… Are you okay with me leaving?”
Susie knelt there on the floor, face glistening with Derek’s cum.
“My husband’s back shor
tly,” she said very matter-of-factly, “so it’s probably better you go.” And then, looking at Derek’s confused face, she winked at him. “And thanks for this, honey. I needed it.”
“Dayum,” Derek shook his head. “You suburban moms are crazy.”
But then he was gone, walking back towards his truck with a little extra swagger to his step.
Susie watched him through the window and smiled sluttily.
That had been fun.
* * *
A couple of hours later, Susie heard the ‘dug, dug, dug’ of Marcus’s Cadillac, as he rolled to a halt on the driveway.
She was dressed in a negligee now, stripped of her soaking Ducky pajamas and wearing something sexy in anticipation of Marcus’s return.
As the front door swung open, she looked up from the couch and beamed: “Darling! You’re home!”
Marcus stood in the doorway, looking resplendent in his sharply tailored suit. He had his briefcase in one hand, and a package wrapped in brown paper in the other.
The second Salvador Dali painting.
“I figured I’d just bring it straight in,” her husband beamed, as he kicked shut the door behind him. “On the off chance you lived up to your end of the deal.”
And as he said that, his eyes drank in his wife’s heartbreakingly pretty face – plastered with ropes of pearlescent cum.
Susie blushed at the intensity of his gaze.
“Fuck,” Marcus grinned, dumping the painting and his briefcase on the table. “You look beautiful, baby.”
Susie giggled, watching Marcus frantically pull open his necktie, and shrug off his jacket.
Just like yesterday, the sight of her wearing his cum was clearly wildly exciting.
But the thing that was making Susie’s pussy throb?
That was the secret knowledge that it wasn’t her husband’s cum all over her face any longer.
Chapter Nine
Marcus’s pants flew across the back of a dining room chair. His shoes spun through the air and landed in the corner. A moment later, wearing nothing but a crisp, white shirt open at the front, Susie’s husband flopped down on the couch and pounced on his sexy wife.
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