It took me a bit to work up the willpower to climb off of the hotel bed and make my way to the bathroom. I guess I didn’t want to risk catching a glimpse of my ruined face in the mirror, to see my mouth and cheeks and chin wet with the nanny’s cum.
The longer I persisted though, the colder her jizz grew on my skin. And so, at last, I darted for the washroom and buried my face in a towel.
I refused to open my eyes until every drop, every streak had been washed from my skin and hair. And even then, I squinted reluctantly, fearful I had missed a giant glob of her pudding.
There was none. My shirt was ruined though. I couldn’t tell what was water and what was cum. I tore it off and flung it to the ground.
Instantly, a pang of fear shot through me. What if the Nanny came back? What if she saw my haphazardly discarded shirt? Would she punish me again?
I shook myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I had paid for this room! What the hell had even just happened? This place was a lawsuit waiting to happen!