Cum facial story: Sticky treat

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I don’t really know how but I found myself watching porn with my best friend. I had just walked onto him watching it and he just tried to play it cool by joking that we should watch It together and since I have always been horny about him. I agreed, making him stunned. 

The Clio showed a woman sucking her customer after a massage, Before long, the customer could no longer resist his masseuse's lascivious skills. He groaned like a wounded beast. His hips bucked wildly, but she refused to release her prey. She pulled him deeper into his mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. Her throat bulged as she swallowed his cum. My tongue tingles with vicarious pleasure. My whole body smouldered. The masseuse released her customer from her mouth and beamed proudly at the camera, his semen dripping from her lips. I thirsted for it. I licked my lips. The clip ended.

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I realised I had been holding my breath. I exhaled deeply and broke the silence. "Wow... That was pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Y-yeah..." he stammered. I leaned over him and looked down. His cock strained furiously against his pants. I whimpered and swallowed. God, that thing was tempting. What I wouldn't give to get him into my mouth and feel his body shake as he let me swallow his tasty treat. And I knew he would enjoy it, too. I would make sure of that...

"I just love her technique, the way she moves and bobs. And she has such passion. That's the kind of blowjob I love to watch, like the girl's been poisoned and the only antidote is cum, you know? Passion is the single hottest ingredient in a blowjob."

He coughed drily. "I agree. She was pretty good."

I had an idea. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. "How would you like to see my technique?" I asked. "Let me know what you think?

He turned around, his eyes wide. "What?!"

I stood up and grabbed the fruit, walking back over to him and peeling it. "Relax, not for real. Just a mock-up." I turned his seat away from the desk and placed the faux phallus between his legs, "accidentally" brushing against his inner thigh. He shuddered deliciously. "Just hold this right here, and watch me."

"I, uh, don't think I should..."

I had to admit, but the look on his face as I tucked back my hair and lowered my face, engulfing the fruit between my lips,That look of astonishment, of amazed disbelief, of happy wonder that someone was pampering his cock this way, what I loved most about giving a blowjob, even more than the feeling of power, more than the contentment of a job well done when he came inside my tight, little mouth.

His hand trembled as he tried to hold the fruit still. I rested one hand on his thigh, my fingers inching almost imperceptibly with each bob of my head closer and closer to the rigid shaft imprisoned in his pants, my fingernails grazing against the sensitive skin of his loins. With my other, I held his hand in mine, steadying his grip.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend I had a real, live cock to play with. I took as much as I could into my mouth, savouring that full sensation, the knowledge of being a good little cumslut, the feeling of deep throating his entire long, thick shaft. His body trembled. My pussy was sopping wet, juices dripping.

I slid my hands forward until his manhood was underneath my palm. I sighed deeply through my nose as Nick gasped. He was big. He was big and hard and firm and hot. I squeezed gently and opened my eyes, gazing into his. "Emma..." he choked out. "You should move your hand..."

"Like this?" I whispered, sliding my hand slowly back and forth along his shaft. That glorious feeling of the real thing filled my hand and my mind. It was perfect...

"No, I mean you...shit... Shit, shit, shit...Fuck," he grunted, as his whole body convulsed and his cock spasmed in my grip. He tilted his head back and gritted his teeth. I watched silently in wonder as a large, wet spot grew at the tip of his twitching cock as Nick panted heavily, his hands gripping the chair's cushion. I rubbed my finger against it to be sure. It was sticky and warm and just a bit slippery. It was cum.

"Oh my god, dude!" I exclaimed, putting my hand up to my mouth, trying and failing to stifle a laugh. "I didn't mean to make you...um...wow." Just watching me blow a banana had been enough to make him blow his load... Fuck, that was flattering. What a shame that he had jizzed in his pants instead of in my mouth. All that wasted cum, unappreciated, untasted, unswallowed... I stuck my finger into my mouth and savoured his salty flavour, his own, personal dessert he had made just for me... But it was nothing more than a soupçon. I ached for more. Nick was still looking down at his own chest. His face was pink. His eyes were clenched. A single tear escaped from one eye. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"God, this is humiliating," he murmured. "I'm so sorry, Emma. You should go..."

I hugged his waist. "Nick! It's my fault. Really,I'm Sorry! I was the one who...you know... I didn't think you would go off... But that was one hell of a hair trigger. Isn't Rebecca...taking care of this?" I asked, gesturing towards his stain. Rebecca is his girl that I hate the most.

He sighed bitterly. "Not really... She just doesn't seem to be interested... I know she can feel it when we're making out, but she doesn't make any sort of move, and if I put her hand on it she'll move it away after a bit. I don't know if she's shy or what, but it's giving me major blue balls."

"I can, uh, see that... Have you talked to her about it? You two sound like a really great couple. It'd suck to let something like this ruin things."

"I guess I just don't really know how to bring it up. I don't want her to feel like I'm accusing her of being a bad girlfriend. And I don't want to pressure her if she's not up for it. She's perfect in every other way. Just not in the bedroom... It's driving me crazy. I keep fantasising about just going down to a massage parlour and getting a happy ending for my sanity's sake."

"So you've gone all semester without her getting you off? That really sucks, dude. And hey, I really am sorry about...this..."

"It's fine. Just really,really embarrassing. Let's keep this between us."

"Of course! And you know, accidents happen. I once had a guy bust a nut right as he was putting the condom on. It doesn't bother me. We laughed about it, we waiting until he could get it up again, and we fucked. Honestly, I think it's flattering... It's kind of a turn-on.

"So, uh, what were you thinking about?When that happened?"

He laughed. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Rebecca sucking your dick?" I asked.

"No..."

"Hm...that porn star sucking your dick?"

"N-no..."

I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Me sucking your dick..?" He was deafeningly silent. Another bad idea came into my head. Should I really propose what I was contemplating? He was my friend.

But we both needed it. It was win-win. Wasn't it better that he used me than a random happy ending masseuse? "So, uh...I missed your birthday last week. How about I give you a special...present? Our little secret? No more blue balls for you."

"I can't, Emma. Rebecca..."

I unzipped his jeans and reached in. The entrancing aroma of arousal and semen poured out. His moist, sticky manhood was still dormant, deflated and flaccid. "Rebecca's not here, and she's not doing her job. If she's not going to do it, she can't complain when someone else does. Besides, you and I are friends, right? Just think of it as one friend helping out another friend. Like when I baked you those cookies you loved so much. This is just a...favour between friends," I explained. "A friendly blowjob." I pulled out and studied the small, vulnerable member in my hand. Even now, in the depths of his refractory period, it was still impressive: thick and heavy. A brown circumcision scar wrapped around its shaft. His head was a soft pink. He looked delicious.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he replied without conviction.

"Why not? I know you'll enjoy it. It's just like a backrub. But lower down, and with my mouth. If you change your mind, just say so and I'll stop. What do you say?"

His chest rose and fell as he debated himself. I wish I could hear what he was thinking. Would he say yes? Would he say no? Would he tell Rebecca? His eyes looked scared. I extended my tongue and caressed the head of his cock for a bit of extra encouragement. He shuddered.

"Sure," he gasped and that’s how our adventure started.

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