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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 shortly,” 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.

“Woah!” Susie giggled, as Marcus pushed her onto her back, and crawled on top of her. He kissed her furiously – pressing his lips against hers, and squishing the ropes of cum that adorned them.

“Hey, hey, gentle,” Susie pushed her husband away. “Baby, don’t kiss me. I’m
covered
in cum.”

“Like I care,” Marcus grinned, lifting his head. A smear of glistening cum was on his lips now, and he licked it away without thinking. “It’s
my
cum. I can hardly expect you to swallow it like a good little slut, if I’m squeamish about it myself.”

Marcus’s logic was right, but Susie still cringed when she listened to him – because that
wasn’t
his cum he was licking up. It was
Derek’s
.

“Now come here, gorgeous,” Marcus snarled, and wrenched open her legs.

Susie giggled, and then gasped out loud as her husband buried his head between her legs, and slurped his thick tongue between the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, writhing on the couch.

“I’ve been so fucking turned on all day,” lifting his head from between her legs, Marcus snarled: “Just the thought of you covered in cum mad me hard.” And then he was licking again – his tongue parting her quivering labia, and then swirling in inexorable circles around her clitoris.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Susie groaned, sinking her teeth into her fist to stop from crying out in pleasure.

“Mmmmph,” Marcus’s voice was muffled, as he devoured her. “Mmmph!”

Susie panted and gasped in pleasure. She’d been so turned on all afternoon, she’d already rubbed out two orgasms in anticipation of Marcus’s return. Now he was rapidly sending her to the knife-edge of a third – and she could barely stand the anticipation.

“So,” pulling his face from between her legs, Marcus growled: “Did you have to answer the door again today?” He gave her clitoris a quick, lascivious lick. “Did Derek see you with your pretty face all covered in my cum?”

“Uh huh,” Susie lied, squirming and writhing on the couch.

“That must have been so fucking hot,” as he spoke, Marcus rubbed his thumb against Susie’s clitoris, and sunk two fingers inside of her. “I bet he wanted to throw you on the floor and add his load to mine.”

“Unnnngh,” Susie’s teeth sunk into her fist at the thought of that.

“Maybe I should let him,” Marcus grinned. “Maybe I should have asked him to paint my pretty lady’s face with his black cum. Show me what a sexy little slut I married.”

“Oh, shit,” at the thought of that – and, even worse, knowing that part of that fantasy was really true – Susie nearly lost it.

“I’m going to do that,” Marcus promised, as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. “I’m going to ask him to bust his nut all over that pretty face of yours.”

And then Marcus sunk his head back between Susie’s thighs, and pressed his tongue against her clitoris.

She exploded in orgasm.

Flailing about on the couch, she let a tidal-wave of ecstasy wash over her. Only after every nerve ending was electrified with pleasure did the moment finally pass, and Susie collapsed onto the cushions like a limp, ragdoll.

Marcus pulled his face from between his wife’s legs. His lips and chin were glistening with her wetness.

“Fuck,” he growled, crawling between her legs. “You have me so turned on…” He positioned his cock at the entrance to Susie’s pussy, and with one hard thrust was inside her. “T-the rate I’m going, I’m not going to have enough cum left to paint your face tomorrow.”

And Susie giggled, and clung to her husband as he fucked her.

As it happened, that might not be a problem, she thought to herself.

If Marcus couldn’t provide her with her new ‘facial’ treatment every morning, she knew a handsome black delivery driver who was
more
than up for the job…

The End