An extract from ‘A New Facial Routine’
In this kinky story of romance and revenge — set at a time before the Internet — Miles and Lisa lead their vain and selfish roommate Fliss into believing that fresh ejaculate is the best tonic for smooth skin and firm tits. Lisa doesn’t believe for a second that it will lead to anything, but Miles is hopeful. And sure enough, Fliss soon starts asking for morning favours…
Unlike the last time he was anticipating a morning treat, Miles had drifted off to sleep quite easily, and it was his alarm clock that roused him the next morning rather than his eagerness. Given that Fliss has specified she was going to call on him, he assumed she wouldn’t be inviting him to her bedroom to repeat the act. He squirted some breath spray into his mouth and pondered whether to remove his boxer shorts, eventually deciding that his unrestricted nudity would make his morning duty both easier and more pleasurable. Besides, there was no point being shy anymore, was there? As he wandered around his room, his cock started to get rubbery at the thought of what was in store. Soon enough, there was a rap at his door…
Fliss’s eyes widened as Miles opened the door fully nude, her attention immediately grabbed by the swaying semi between his thighs.
“Ready and waiting, I see,” she said as she barged past him. She was wearing a silk ivory robe rather than her thick cotton one — a result of the milder morning perhaps. The smooth material brushed against his member as she squeezed past, encouraging it to get even harder.
She had no towel on her head this morning, her dry blonde hair shining resplendent in the morning light. Miles then noticed she wasn’t holding a receptacle — just a bottle of baby oil.
“No jar today?” he said.
“Well I lost too much last time,” she sighed, parking herself on the corner of his mattress. “And it was getting cold by the time I started applying it. I thought you could just apply it directly?”
Miles’ cock stiffened to a fully erect state, eliciting a coy smile from his guest.
“Not that it looks like I need to perform too much for you, but I thought I’d let you watch me apply the oil again… since that got you off so quickly the last time.”
Without waiting for any kind of response, Fliss disrobed. Her gown gathered over her thighs and around her waist as she pulled herself out the armholes and let tits swayed heavily with each awkward twist of her torso. They seemed to look even bigger and better than the other day, Miles thought. As Fliss squeezed some oil onto her palms and began to massage her face with her fingertips, her boobs alternated between dancing around her chest, and being held more firmly in place by her arms, which occasionally squeezed them together to a cleavage-tastic standstill.
“Are you going to start then?” she enquired.
Miles began stroking himself by way of acknowledgement, slowly making his way from the other side of the room towards the corner of his bed where this gorgeous semi-naked creature was tending to herself. He noticed she was trying to suppress a smile as he made his way over to her, the tip of his big cock sporadically emerging from his thumb and fingers as he wanked. She sighed as if she wasn’t the least bit interested, but her occasional glances as she oiled her cheeks suggested otherwise.
Miles stopped in front of her, far enough away to take in the view, but close enough to get a thrill from the proximity between his masturbatory actions and the demure, topless nymph perched on his bed.
Attacking his dick with such ferocity was making it a little sore — especially after it’s recent double work-out — and so he slowed his rhythm a tad, before hitting upon an idea.
“Can I have a bit of oil?”
Fliss cocked her head to the side and held up the bottle, ready to dispense some of its contents. But instead of holding out a hand, Miles took another step forward and presented his hot, aching cock. Without missing a beat, Fliss dribbled a line of oil up its length, and it responded to the cool drizzle with a twitch. Now just inches away from her face, Miles continued his self-pleasure, but this time with slow, deliberate and squelchy squeezes along his lubricated shaft — it felt amazing.
As if responding to this increase in intimacy, Fliss leaned back and began administering to her tits. A generous handful of oil was methodically applied to her left breast, her hand pushing it northward as she slid a greasy palm over it. She looked up from her chest to spy Miles’ eager reaction, and gave her first unguarded grin, her teeth flashing as she spread the excess lotion over her other boob, giving her nipple a quick pinch for good measure. Satisfied that she had given all the relevant parts of her body the oily coating they required, she leaned back further, resting her weight on her hands, and presented her body to him.
“Ready when you are,” she said.
Miles increased the speed of his wanking and felt the tip of his cock tingling, as it tended to do near an orgasm. He was close, but not there yet.
“Face or tits?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Either,” came the casual reply. “But if you get a single drop on my hair, I’ll kill you.”
“Lean in when I’m ready.”
“And when will that be?”
“Play with your tits and it will be very soon.”
Fliss was now grinning like the Cheshire cat — Miles didn’t know whether it was the attention, his appreciation of her form, or the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger. She leaned forward again and shimmied her chest and her glistening knockers swayed and knocked into each other in response. Possibly remembering the effect her dirty talk had last time, she started whispering some filth.
“Look at my big greasy tits. You going to cum on them you dirty boy? You going to squirt your load all over these?”
She gathered them up in her hands and pushed them up towards her neck before releasing them and letting them drop down. The manipulations were hypnotic as she gathered the shimmering flesh again and again; pushing her pliant tits up her chest before letting them tumble down. The wet sticky bounces of her fondled knockers and his lubricated tugs were the only sounds echoing around Miles’ otherwise silent bedroom. Until it was time…
“Ok, get ready…”
Fliss dutifully leaned forward, her face presented as close to Miles’ crotch as she could without his jerking fist catching her on the chin. She sighed as if this whole thing was such a tiresome bore, and then closed her eyes in preparation.
“None in my hair,” she warned again.
Miles didn’t want to piss her off — as much as it might have amused him — and so he aimed the tip of his throbbing cock downwards slightly, so any eruption would land under her chin. He focussed on her swaying boobs as he stroked himself to climax, wishing he were brave enough to reach down and grope one of them.
His ejaculations were understandably a little less voluminous than his previous contributions, but his first release left a pleasingly thick line of pearly cum running from the bottom of Fliss’ chin to the top of her cleavage. He aimed lower for his next discharge, leaving two smaller globs on her right tit, just above the nipple. Satisfied that the force had left them, he aimed higher for the remaining emissions, stepping forward slightly to deposit the final extracts over her face, each cheek getting a few drops each. He accidentally wiped his cock on her nose as he repositioned his phallus from one side of her face to the other, and she opened her eyes and glared at him with annoyance. But not for the reason he initially thought.
“Is that it?” she huffed.
“I… well, yeah. What were you expecting?”
“Well a lot more than that!” she said, her annoyance plain to see. She looked down at the jism already trying to escape down her body and scooped it up in her hands, rubbing what there was into her tits. Miles defended himself while ogling slack-jawed at the display.
“I came twice the other day, Fliss. It’s not like an unlimited supply. Blokes need a bit of time to… you know… replenish stocks.”
“Yeah, well thank God I didn’t ask you to do it in a jar — I would have hardly got any…”
She stood up, leaving her robe in a crumpled heap at the corner of Miles’ bed and went to the mirror on the bedroom wall. She was wearing tight cotton knickers with a high waistband, and her arse and pins looked amazing. Staring at her reflection with disdain, she started rubbing the small amount of cum on her cheeks into a white tacky cream, and tried to spread as much of it as she could over the rest of her face. She turned to look at Miles, who tried to suppress a smirk.
“Any chance of an encore, like yesterday?” she enquired.
“Seriously? No. I’m spent. If you’re going to make a habit of this, I recommend you do it a little less often. Twice a week, maybe?”
She huffed again and grabbed her robe before storming out of the room, leaving Miles in post-ejaculatory stupor. He wasn’t lying; his cock was sore and the thought of milking it again was incredibly unappealing. He surmised that this could be the end of this unusual morning routine.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.