I moaned on his cock, the hard fast face-fucking not allowing me the opportunity to actually use words to answer.
He continued slamming his cock in my mouth like it was a pussy for a couple more minutes, the blood rushing to my head before he suddenly grunted, pulled out and shot a stream of cum directly in-between my eyes.
I was doubly shocked. First, I had never been given a facial. Second, I was shocked at how hot the cum was as it splattered on my face.
A second rope of cum hit my forehead before he moved his cock above me, and I stared at his balls, as a never ending dripping of cum seemed to drop onto me like a leaking faucet. My cheeks, above my lips, a bit in my mouth and my chin all hot white sticky evidence of his orgasm as I became his cum canvas.
Each drop was like a brief burn of shame as the hot cum coated me. It didn’t actually burn, but it was indeed hot, something I had never considered before.
It wasn’t hot when it sprayed in my mouth and my own cum on my hands, belly or legs never felt hot, yet there was no other way to describe it.
As I pondered this, he slid his cock back in my mouth and ordered, “Retrieve any last remnants, cocksucker.”
I swirled my tongue, searching like an archeologist hunting for lost treasure.
When he finally pulled out, he instructed, as he pulled his pants back up, “You will wear my special gift on your face all night.”
“P-p-pardon?” I stammered, again surprised by his words.
“I gave you a gift and you will wear it with pride all night,” he repeated.
Sitting up, my face burning with sudden shame, I replied, “But I need to go out and have dinner yet.”
“You may want to order in,” he shrugged.
I didn’t have any intention of obeying him, so I nodded, “Okay.”
“Good faggot,” he nodded. “Now order your food.”
“Now?” I asked, again mortified, as my still erect cock aimed at him.
“Yes,” he nodded, as he handed me the room service menu.
Feeling like a child obeying his father, I skimmed the menu, picked up the phone and ordered a steak.
“Do you want to suck my cock again?” He asked, while he was on his phone texting.
As soon as the offer was given, my mouth began watering, Pavlov’s theory clearly at work. I admitted, “Yes.”
“I may be back later tonight,” he said. “I expect you to stay awake and be ready to serve me until 2am.”
“But I have a meeting at nine,” I pointed out.
“Do you want my cock again?” He asked, his tone implying he was annoyed.
I wish I could have said no, I wished I could have been strong-willed, yet I answered as I assume he expected, “Yes.”
“Good,” he nodded, going to the door. “I’ll email you if I’m coming and I promise my next load I will shoot inside you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the pun.
“And like I said, cocksucker, don’t you dare wash my special gift off your face.”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded, knowing I was going to obey and wear this coat of shame just for the hopeful opportunity to suck him again.
“And you should probably put that tiny pecker away too,” he said. “Of course, it should go without saying but I’ll say it anyway, you are not to touch yourself either.”
“Of course, sir,” I nodded, knowing if I did shoot my load, I would instantly no longer be horny and thus no longer submissive…yet this feeling of submission felt so good, so natural…I didn’t want it to end.
“Later faggot,” he said, before adding one last shot, “you should probably call your wife and kids.”
Once he was gone, I did put my cock away and went to the washroom to see what my face looked like.
Staring in the mirror I was aghast. Is that how much cum I usually swallowed? White gobs were everywhere: my hair, forehead, between my eyes, cheeks and a hanging gob rested on my chin. I looked like a complete whore.
I’m not going to lie, being used like a slut, the evidence literally written all over my face, turned me on. I wanted to jerk off, yet felt compelled to obey the teenager who I just realized I couldn’t name.
As I stared at my cum coated face, I wondered how I was ever going to answer the door when room service showed up.
I returned to the main room, grabbed my cell phone and called my wife. We chatted about my flight, the kids, her work day and what I planned to do tonight. The conversation was normal and generic like they usually are, life itself being, for the most part, normal and generic. Yet, a greater shame filled me as we chatted because of my obedience to an eighteen year old and the evidence now drying on my face.
Yet as guilty as I felt, I couldn’t convince myself to disobey, to wash my face, the possibility of having his cock in my mouth and this time depositing his load down my throat controlling me.
I chatted briefly with my kids too, before there was a knock at the door. I said goodbye and went to open the door.
I opened it with my head down and a male voice asked, “May I come in.”
“Of course,” I nodded, keeping my head down.
He walked past me and to the table and put the tray down. He pulled out an invoice to be signed and I quickly signed it without making eye contact. I must have looked like a complete prick, but better than being seen with cum all over my face.
“Thanks sir,” he politely responded. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Immediately I wanted to say you can shove your cock in my face, but of course I didn’t. Yet, wanting to give him the idea that such a possibility existed, I finally looked up and made contact.
“No, that will be all,” I said.
His facial expression changed and it was obvious he hadn’t originally seen my cum coated face, but he sure did now. “Well, enjoy your meal.”
“Ohhhh, I will,” I replied, acting like the cocksucker I was. I couldn’t believe I was acting this way, but my hunger for cum was driving my every action. I prayed he would fish out his cock and shove it in my mouth. Alas, that was not what happened.
“Have a great evening, sir,” he finished, clearly uncomfortable with the past few seconds. He probably saw me as some perverted faggot and not simply a cocksucker.
“You too,” I nodded and he left.
The door closed, instant shame cascaded through me at the behaviour I just exhibited. I need to be completely discreet and yet here I was offering sex to a stranger. ‘Fuck!’ I cursed to myself as I sat down and ate wondering how I was going to deal with my internal lust.
I ate dinner, watched sports highlights, all the while checking my email every few minutes.
I received a new email just as I finished dinner, but it was a new offer from another stranger that was too generic to respond to even if I wasn’t bound to my hotel room waiting for the potential return of the teenage boy.
When I saw another message, I got a rush of excitement, yet as I clicked on it, I felt a wave of disappointment when it wasn’t from him.
Ironically, the email was an interesting response from a man who was looking for a cocksucker in a downtown hotel. Usually, I would quickly respond to such an email, hotel rooms the safest location, and being downtown it may be in walking distance.
Yet, I didn’t, somehow compelled to wait for the teenager to maybe reply.
Another half hour later with no response from the teenager, I decided to respond to the email, my hunger for cum driving me nuts and sensing there was a very good chance that the teenager was not returning.