HE TURNED ME INTO A PORNSTAR [mf] ][puke] [piss] [facial] [creampie]

I met Shane at a farmers market. It was a Saturday. I was buying kale. He walked over to me and said, “The only way I like kale is blended up with so much fruit and yogurt that you can barely taste it.” I chuckled and said, “That’s how I make ’em.”

He smirked and said, “Yeah? Maybe you’ll make me one some day?”

We exchanged numbers. Texted for a few days. Met for drinks. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my body. I knew what this was going to become. A one night stand. And I was okay with that. It had … been a while …

We went home. We fucked. I sucked his cock. He ate my pussy. All fairly generic but somehow intoxicating and wonderful. I swallowed his semen. His load was powerful. He kept pumping into my mouth. I had to swallow twice and then licked his tip clean. He told me it turned him on to watch me suck his cock after it had been inside of me.

“Do you like the way you taste?” He asked as he kissed my neck.

“I do,” I said

We fucked one more time that evening before falling asleep and then fucked one more time in the morning. We showered together. We left my building together. He went left, I went right. I thought I’d never talk to him again.

But that evening he texted me.

“I’m sitting on my couch thinking about pushing my cock down your throat.”

I blushed. My pussy got wet. Turned out Shane was incredibly kinky. And I was … not. But I was open! All of my past boyfriends were fairly generic. Hand holding. Kissing. Missionary. I … wanted to explore. And Shane was willing to be my tour guide.

“Send me the porn you like to watch,” I texted.

Not a minute later, my phone was blowing up with link after link. Deep throat blowjobs with ample saliva were followed up with rough face fucking with slop gushing all over faces. And there was anal, too. Lots of it. And the women were taking cocks from their pink little assholes directly into their mouths!

“Jesus,” I thought. This was some rough stuff …

In one video, three men stood over a beautiful woman with a fairly thick bush and ejaculated all over her face. One after another. I like cum and I liked to swallow but … this was … a lot.

“What do you think?” Shane asked.

“Well …” I typed.

“Too intense? Sorry …”

“No … well … maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never really done anything like this. I like the way my pussy tastes but from my asshole? IDK. And all the facials. Three guys? Are you into that?

“I’m not into men,” he said. “But I’d love to have a few friends cum on your face …”

“Oh wow,” I said.

I was so confused. My pussy was so wet and I wasn’t even touching myself. I pulled up the second video where the woman’s head dangled off the edge of her bed and hit play from the beginning. It started off as a generic on her knees blowjob. And then it rapidly changed. She jumped into the bed, eagerly hanging her head over the edge. She giggled and laughed with anticipation as he shoved his cock down her throat. No warning. No easing her in. BAM. Down the throat. She gagged and retched and turned and puked onto the floor. But it wasn’t onto the floor. It was into a large glass bowl. My eyes were wide. I wanted to masturbate to the video but I wasn’t sure if it was turning me on or repulsing me. Or both.

“Are you touching yourself?” Shane asked.

“I am,” I said.

“Which video?”

“Second one,” I said.

“My favorite,” he said.

“Do you want me … face fuck me?”

“I would love to.”

I watched the whole video. I came three times, licking my fingers clean every time. I was so wet I had drenched my sofa. I stood and took a photo and sent it to him.

“Wow! We’re definitely doing that!” He said. “What do you think about this?”

A link followed. A woman was on her knees looking up at a man. He told her to open her mouth. She did. He filled her mouth with whipped cream. She swallowed. He filled her mouth up again. She swallowed. He called her a good girl. A good little slut. He filled her mouth up one more time. She swallowed. He stepped closer. His cock was throbbing.

“Come over,” I texted. “Bring whipped cream.”

37 minutes later, Shane texted. He was downstairs. I looked outside. My heart was racing. He held up a can of whipped cream and smiled. I buzzed him in. He knocked. I opened the door and took my clothes off while he watched. He undressed. His cock was hard.

I am 5’7, brunette. Athletic. Tanned. Well, with tan lines. My tits are perky. C cups. My nipples, I’ve been told, are perfect. I have a small neatly manicured bush. I chewed on my bottom lip and twirled my foot on the floor awkwardly.

“On your knees,” he said quietly.

I lowered myself to my knees.

“Wait,” I giggled. “I have to pee.”

I stood up.

“No,” he said. “Get back down on your knees. Do it here.”

“On the floor??” I said, somewhat alarmed.

“Do it here,” Shane said. His cock was throbbing.

“I … um … okay.

Shane stepped closer to me as I began to urinate on my living room floor. It was a heavy crystal clear stream (your girl stays hydrated). The puddle formed around my knees and his feet. He stood in it. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged he smeared the saliva across my face and smirked. He filled my mouth with whipped cream. I swallowed. My heart was RACING. I was weirdly nervous.

He filled my mouth again. I swallowed. He filled my mouth a third time. I swallowed.

“Good girl,” he whispered while I opened my mouth, waiting for his thick, hard cock. He eased it into my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper. This was going to be a mess. I sat in my piss puddle as he shoved his cock deeper.

I squirmed.

He held me firmly in place, holding my head with his hands, guiding his cock down my throat. I retched. My mouth filled up with whipped cream. I was horrified. I gulped it back down, embarrassed

“No,” he said. “No. Let it out.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Sorry, baby,” I whispered.

He stroked my cheeks and pushed his cock down my throat again. I retched. My mouth filled up. Instinct is to swallow, but I looked at him. He shook his head no. With his cock in my mouth, my lips sealed around his cock, my cheeks full, I opened my mouth and let the whipped cream rush down my chin and around his cock and onto my olive colored tanned tits and over his balls and onto the floor into the piss puddle.

I was breathing heavily. He pulled his cock from my throat and shoved it down again. I gagged. I coughed. He held my head firmly and pumped, fucking my mouth as I continued to throw up the whipped cream I’d just swallowed. I coughed. It splattered off his torso and back onto my face. I was a mess. Whipped cream everywhere. All over my face. My tits. My thighs were covered in it.

“Good girl,” he said. He yanked his cock from my mouth and I gasped for breath, hunching over, hands on my whipped cream covered thighs. I was exhausted already

I looked up at him. My eyes were watering heavily. He spat on my face. I licked it up, tasting his saliva and whipped cream.

“I want to be dirty for you, baby.”

He dragged my ottoman over to the piss and whipped cream puddle on the floor and instructed me to get on my back and hang my head off the edge.

I did as I was told. He squatted down and pressed his asshole into my mouth. I’d never given a rimjob before. And I guess I wasn’t being given a choice. I licked and licked and licked, sucking on his balls, eating his ass, tasting him. He stepped back and plunged his cock down my throat. I puked whipped cream and thick saliva all over my face.

“That’s it,” he grunted.

My hair was sticky and wet. I reached forward and fingered myself as he pumped his cock down my throat. I kept gagging and lurching. The whipped cream had all come up. Now it was just thick wet saliva slowly running down my face. Facing the window, I felt the urge to pee again. I pulled up on my pussy and let out a strong stream of piss. He looked up and watched me soak my windows and walls in urine as he fucked my face. I kept gagging.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, pulling out of my mouth and emptying his balls all over my sticky wet face. I could feel his sperm pump. One rope. Two. Three. Four. Five. He kept dumping sperm all over me. Six. Seven ropes in total. My face. My tits. My neck. All covered in whipped cream puke, saliva, and semen. I could feel my piss running down my legs and ass. I turned around and stood up and looked at him, exhausted. I looked down at the puddle. Whipped cream. Puke. Piss. Cum dripping from my chin. He looked at the puddle.

He couldn’t. No .. No. He didn’t … He didn’t want what I think he wanted … did he?

“On your knees,” he ordered. I looked at him, half horrified, half eager to please.

I hesitated and then lowered myself to my knees. I knew what was coming. Why was I so turned on for this? His cock was already hard again. I got onto my knees into the heavy puddle. I gulped. He walked behind me and pushed me onto all fours. He got behind me and entered me from behind. My pussy was so wet. So tight. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. He spat onto my asshole and pushed a finger inside.

He reached forward and pressed my head down into the puddle, smearing my face into it. My pussy was so wet. I was so fucking HORNY for this. I looked back at him and opened my mouth. His eyes grew wide as I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the contents of the puddle as he fucked me from behind.

“You’re my little pornstar,” he whispered as he ejaculated inside of my pussy.

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