“I’ll never do that,” Kayla said to me after she had shared the latest gossip. Allegedly, our classmate Jenna had let her boyfriend give her a facial, and definitely not the kind of facial that’s done at a fancy salon or day spa. To make matters worse, her boyfriend took pictures and may or may not have shown them to all of his friends. Probably her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

“Me neither,” I agreed before we went our separate ways down the hallway to our classes, which were about to start.

Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about it in class and even later that night when I was home trying to focus on my homework. Why would she let her boyfriend do that? It was so humiliating and, not to mention, gross. Cum smelt, it tasted weird, and it felt... gross. There’s no other way of describing it. I had given more than my fair share of blowjobs and had conquered my gag reflex whenever cum entered my mouth, and I would now swallow it. But on my skin, especially my face... no thank you! I hated it when even a little bit dripped out of my mouth and onto my chin.

That was something that should be done in porn and just in porn. No way was I ever going to do that for a boyfriend.

Yet, I’ll admit that really late that night, I found myself kind of curious about it. What did it feel like? How did it look? What was her boyfriend’s reaction? I’ll admit that part of the reason I found myself willing to give a blowjob and to swallow cum was because of the way a guy would look at me as I was doing it. It made me feel so sexy.

And not to sound like a slut, I knew the reasons I was popular with guys was because of my above-average bra size and my reputation for being easy to get into bed and eager to give head. Yet... a facial? Never.

My ex-boyfriend, the guy most people would label as my high school sweetheart, would hint at it, but it was easy to tell him no. Yet, after him, I started dating a guy who was older, a guy who was technically one of my bosses at the clothing store where I worked part-time.

Aaron and I started dating right after I broke up with my ex. Okay, “dating” wasn’t the right word. We started hanging out outside of work, and shortly after that, we started to fool around. The sex was good. He was definitely more experienced than my ex, and he taught me a lot and pushed my limits to try new things. I did a lot of them to show him that I was experienced, like girls his age. I did other things to make sure I kept his attention. However, I didn’t do everything he wanted.

“I want to fuck your ass,” he said one night while I was on my hands and knees in front of him, and he was fucking me from behind as hard as he could. My moans were filling the room. Both of us were sweating hard and breathing heavily.

“It’ll hurt too much,” I said. I had tried it with my ex, but we didn’t get past the very tip of his cock entering my asshole. It felt like I was being ripped apart, and my eyes started to water. I jumped away before he could go any further.

Aaron didn’t push that any further, but he did push another topic on a regular basis.

“I want to cum on your face,” he said while I was between his legs, my mouth attached to his cock, after work one night.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” I said after I sat up for a moment to catch my breath and adjust my position.

“I think you are,” he said, and while I didn’t look at his face, I knew he was grinning. So was I.

Multiple times, he made similar requests, and my answer was always something similar... at least until his birthday night.

That night, I may have lied to my parents and said that I was sleeping over at Kayla’s house when, in reality, I was hanging out with Aaron. I joined him and his friends for dinner at a chain restaurant known for its casual dining, fried food, and flair. Afterward, we all went to the pool hall with a quick stop in the parking lot for a little pre-drinking in a car. The cheap alcohol made me more horny than buzzed. Inside the dark pool alley, the way Aaron looked at me, groped me when no one was looking, and kissed me when people were looking created a significant amount of desire between my legs. I couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment, and neither could he, apparently. We ditched his friends not long after we got there.

His roommate was still at the pool hall, so we didn’t make it any further than the living room couch before we started making out. The alcohol, the lust, his kisses, and his touches quickly led to my jeans and top practically melting off. His jeans quickly followed.

“You’re the only present I really wanted today,” he said as he looked me up and down. For that night, I had bought a black satin bra and matching thong, and by the way he looked at me, I could tell he appreciated the way it looked on me. That made me feel even sexier.

“For your present, I want to do anything you want,” I said softly, my tone full of desire.

“Oh, really,” he said, and now, by the way he looked at me, I instantly regretted my open-ended offer. “I love what you did with your makeup tonight.”

I was thinking any position he wanted or any place in the apartment he wanted. Or something like that. But he wanted something else.

He kissed my neck and slid his hand between my legs, gently massaging the soft fabric of my underwear, making me forget about everything else. His touch created a lust that made my heart beat faster and took over all of my thoughts. My hand found its way into his boxers and found his cock, rock-hard. I stroked him as he rubbed me.

“Suck my cock?” he asked.

“Of course,” I answered with a smile and slid off of his couch and onto the carpet, so that I was on my knees.

Our eyes locked as I took his cock between my soft lips. I had a feeling that he was thinking about what his cum would look like on my face.

I sucked on his tip while stroking his long, thick cock with my hand while debating whether or not I would say yes to it. It was his birthday. Not just that night, but in general, I liked to do things that would make him happy. Yet, I didn’t want cum on my face. Did I mention that it was too gross and too humiliating? Not for me. Or maybe I would just do this one time. It wouldn’t have to be all the time; I could say it was just for his birthday if he ever asked again.

He ended the debate in my head a few minutes later when he said, “Let’s go to the bedroom so I can fuck your tight cunt.”

In his bedroom, I took off my panties, but I didn’t get a chance to take off my bra before he bent me over his bed. He stood up behind me. The way he took control made me feel so sexy and brought out my submissive side.

He pounded my pussy from that angle, and when he wanted something else, guided me onto the bed and on top of him. I rode him while he held onto my hips. The look on his face and the way he was breathing told me that he was close. I thought we were seconds away from him exploding inside of me until he said, “Get off of me.”

I didn’t understand at first, until he stood up next to the bed. It all happened so fast.

“Get on your knees,” he said, while stroking his cock.

My brain said no, but I got onto my knees for him.

While he rapidly slid his hand up and down his cock, I opened my mouth, hoping he would put his cum there. Was this really happening? Was I really going to let him cum on my face?

The first shot did go into my mouth, and I tasted his salty, sour, sweet, somewhat delicious hot cum. But before I even had a chance to process what was going on, his cock exploded again, shooting cum onto my forehead. It was such a surprise that I had to force myself not to jump back.

I closed my eyes just in time because the next large shot of cum hit my forehead and right between my eye and my nose. Seconds later, I had cum on both sides of my forehead, all over my cheeks, around my lips, and even in my hair. The cum was thicker than I had expected and hot, and it smelled more than I expected, maybe because some was actually in my nose. It felt gross; I felt dirty, but I loved the way Aaron looked at me. At least, from what I could see with the one eye I could open, I knew I had made his birthday special.

“Did that actually happen?” I said, as I stood up to walk to the bathroom a few moments later.

He just nodded his head with a smile.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself before cleaning the cum off. Thick globs of creamy white cum covered most of my face. It didn’t just feel gross; it looked gross. I felt humiliated, but also turned on.

As I cleaned my face, I promised myself I would never do anything like that again. I made a similar statement to Aaron when I returned to the bedroom.

Yet, two weekends later, I found myself in his bedroom again with cum covering my face. That time was a little less gross, and maybe I enjoyed it more. Over time, the grossness of cum on me faded away. I started to enjoy doing something other girls wouldn’t, and I loved the reactions from a guy when I had cum all over me. I felt sexy and slutty. I now wear the tag "cumslut" proudly and maybe even crave cum on me at times.