Jzzr's Facial Stories

[jzzr]

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She paused. "And that," she said quietly, "is the definition of equality." She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her with a gentle tug. We kissed, pressing our frustration against each other's lips with an intensity coming from our verbal sparring and underlying attraction. I had thought that attraction was nearly all on my end, but she was proving me wrong. She attacked me with a ferocity I'd never experienced. Fabric was yanked, buttons popped off, clothes went flying. She pushed me onto the couch to finish pulling my pants, underwear, and socks off, stood up, and tossed them aside. I kneeled in front of her and pulled her jeans down to reveal her prominent hipbones, my hands feeling the smoothest thighs I'd ever touched on the way down.

She pulled down her plain white cotton panties and revealed a thick, dark bush. It looked just like the kind you might see in old Playboys, large and perfectly triangular. I kissed those creamy caramel thighs and made my way between them both gently and quickly. She was caught off-guard, and started flailing to keep her balance. I held her rounded ass firmly and burrowed my tongue deeper into her crotch, tickling and teasing her clit with great speed. She regained her footing and stood above me spreading her legs as i licked her pussy. I was pretty relentless with my attack, slowing only to give her variation or a chance to steady herself, as she seemed ready to fall from pleasure sometimes. Within minutes she started convulsing, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting her pussy as I licked in circles. She cried out for several seconds, then went limp and disengaged herself from me to collapse on the couch.

I let her catch her breath for a minute, watching her gorgeous body heaving as she panted. Then I kissed her legs very gently, but with increasing frequency, while i reached for her treasure. My fingers gently brushed her labia for a few seconds before plunging inside. By now my lips had made their way up to hers, and as my fingers began to slowly work in and out, i licked her button with light but deliberate strokes. I made her cum another two times like that, each time getting a louder response from her.

She was clearly totally exhausted, but still looked beautiful. She looked up at me and saw my face covered in her juices. "You're right," she panted, "that is hot seeing my cum on your face." "Thanks, glad I could oblige. You taste great, so it's easy." She smiled, "Thank you." "Sorry I just attacked your clit like that. But I really enjoy doing that, and you're so...just...beautiful." "Well, I'm not a blonde bimbo with silicone tits, but I don't think it's necessary to reject all so-called conventional attractiveness just because I'm a Feminist."

"I agree wholeheartedly," I said, then noticed the clock. "Somewhere you have to go?" she frowned. "No, I just...didn't realize the time." She looked a little dumbfounded. "Are you saying you're leaving now?" "No, unless you need me to go so you can sleep." She got a sly look on her face. "You mean to tell me, you'd actually leave, now, after all that? Without me even touching you?" "Well, I might not be happy about it, but If you asked me to, sure."

"So you'll do whatever I ask you to?" She grinned. "Within reason. I'm not a puppet or a pushover. There's only so much I can give, I'm not a saint." "Well, I do have two more things I need you to give me." "What?" "First, your cock. get it over here. Now."

So much for blowjobs being submissive, I thought. She sat up on the couch as I stood up. She reached for my cock, her full breasts (about a D to DD cup I guessed) bouncing and rolling with each motion. Her medium pinky-brown aureolae were still puffy and erect from excitement as they bobbed below me while she worked on my cock. She attacked it with as much excitement as before, but her lips and mouth actions were surprisingly soft, wet, and pulling. It was her lunging head, hot breath from her nose, and roving hands that showed her impatience.

She wasn't the only one. Not only was I so turned on by her writhing body and my having gone down on her, I literally hadn't cum in over a week, since before we'd first met. Earlier, I'd actually thought about going home after this date and relieving myself, assuming nothing would come of this. But I felt a familiar building deep in my balls, and my prostate and cock started getting that familiar sensation of approaching explosion. "Fuck!" I cried out, not wanting it to end anytime soon, and pulled out of her sucking mouth.

"No, that's not what I want," she said, mistaking my exclamation for an order. "I told you I wanted two more things. You gave me your cock, now there's only one to go." "What?" I could only gasp, disbelieving what i hoped she was about to say.

"Your cum, all over my face!" She grabbed my cock and started jerking it at herself. My eyes flew wide open as I felt my scrotum and prostate tighten. I tried to grab it back from her but she kept her hand on it near the base, while mine stroked the underside of my swollen head. "Aaaaaaagh!" I let out an uncontrollable yell as I felt the depths of my balls contract and force out 10 days of pent-up jizz. She leaned forward, squeezing my shaft gently as she smiled with her mouth open, staring me in the eye. A split-second later, that sight was decorated with the first volley of cum, arcing its way over her nose and forehead into the part in her hair before falling there in a long rope. A second blast ended up shooting into her right cheek with unexpected force. She barely had time to react with a surprised laugh before I spurted again on her left eyebrow. Her grip relaxed on my shaft and I was able to aim at her forehead when pumping another three thick loads out of my cock. I squeezed several more drops of pearly whiteness onto her upper lip. She'd blinked but kept eye contact the whole time, and seeing her smiling face staring back at me covered in cum made me gawk at her and convulse a few more times, tiny droplets spattering her puffy red lips.

"Holy...Shit..." I breathed, staring at the beautiful mess before me. "Wow." She said. Then got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her in awe. She stood in front of the mirror, her breasts swaying as she put her hands on her hips. "That's pretty amazing. Even better than I expected." "Expected?" I asked, confused.

"Before Claire set us up, I met up with her and her friend Kelly. We all got drunk and I ended up seeing Kelly home. She started in about her sexual frustration, and ended up telling me about this friend she had who talked about getting these huge cum facials from the guy she dated for a bit. She mentioned a few details that matched up with Claire's description of you." She smirked, starting to wipe the cum carefully from her face with a hand towel.

"So all that before was just to give me a hard time?" I looked at her. "No, I was intrigued by what Kelly told me but I was also kind of put off. I agreed to meet because Claire vouched for you as a really nice guy. I've been thinking about it since then, and come to my own conclusions. I basically played Devil's Advocate to see where you stood in a debate about facials. If you'd answered differently than you did, I'd have shown you the door."

"So that was your first facial?" I asked. "Yeah," she smiled. "I didn't know it could be like that. It was, as much as I also hate to sound 'overly simple', really hot. I've never been against uninhibited sexual expression. I define myself as a feminist by how I live my life at work, in public, what I say, the choices I make, and the battles I fight. But," she grinned widely, "that has no bearing on what I like to do in bed. Or on the couch, for that matter."

I smiled and kissed her. "So, if you'll excuse the bad joke, does this make you a 'facial feminist'?"

She frowned at me mock-seriously. "I don't believe in divisive labels like that. I'm just a feminist. I just happen to be one who's come to realize she likes having cum all over her face." She raised an eyebrow. "Up for another round?"

[user46]

Great story, my friend! One for the ages.

[carolneb]

Very nice jzzr. Intriguiging...first time facial with a lot of convincing...giggle.

[Gerrhon]

Really well writtten, great talent and I like the philosophy. Thanks for posting.

[jzzr]

Blast Beats
by Jzzr


"You waiting for someone, man?"

When I decided to hang at this nearby bar after seeing a Death Metal show, I hadn't expected to talk to anyone. It's pretty antisocial music, and there aren't a lot of girls into it. Both of those things were blown out of the water when I heard that sentence and turned on my barstool. Standing in front of me was a Hispanic-looking girl in a black motorcycle jacket, black skirt, chain belt, with long brown, black, and reddish-pink hair. She was pretty imposing, being probably around 5'10, and somewhat thick, but in a good way. And by good way I mean her thickness was balanced by a pair of huge breasts, obvious from the cleavage showing on above her ripped v-neck t-shirt.

"Uh, no...why?" I said, trying to hide my inspection of her cleavage. She looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "The stool?" I looked where she motioned; the one next to me was empty. "Oh. Yeah, sure. All yours."

She sat down on the stool and ordered a vodka shot. "So did you just come from the show too?" I asked, not wanting to let the opportunity slide. "Yeah, it was good, but not as good as the last time around. They didn't play enough of their old stuff." "Totally," I agreed. "New stuff's cool, but not as pounding as before." She spun her head and looked at me, eyes a bit wider. "Blast beats! I gotta have 'em. When a kickass drummer stomps on those double bass drums, that's fuckin' orgasmic." She got her drink, so I raised mine up and said, "To blast beats!" She grinned and clinked her glass on mine.

We introduced ourselves and talked about metal for awhile. Her name was Sophia, and she was Mexican. Totally into horror movies, alternative comic books, and of course metal. Not what you'd call ladylike, but pretty hot in a sort of butch-ish way. I wasn't sure if she was straight or what, but we were having a good time talking so I didn't pry. I asked if she was up for a second round of drinks and she said, "Yeah but this place is too expensive. I got a bottle at my apartment if you want to keep talking."

When we got there, she pulled off her jacket and flipped on a cheap old-style all-in-one stereo. As the riffs and beats filled the room, I noticed she had a bunch of tattoos on her arms and one leg in addition the the wings on either side of her chest just above her tits. "I'll get the bottle, check out anything you want there," she said, motioning around the room. Her place looked more like a guy's apartment. It was small, kind of cluttered, and had all the objects of her dark obsessions littered around the place: posters, comics, DVDs. We'd been talking about movies a little so I started looking through a stack of those. Lots of obscure stuff I'd never heard of. She came back from the cupboard and we continued our conversation as we looked through her movies. She was really knowledgeable about them all, and even the backstories and references they triggered showed she wasn't born yesterday.

I started going through another pile of DVDs as we talked, and suddenly I saw something I really didn't expect to see. It was a porn movie. Not just any porn movie, but a Japanese Bukkake. She saw it too and laughed. "Whoa, how'd that get in there!" "Wow, I feel like roles are reversed here or something," I said, recovering from the shock. "What, a girl's not allowed to like porn?" she said, sounding a little pissed off. "Sure, but even if they do, they don't usually go out and buy a whole DVD of it...much less one like this." She smirked. "Oh, what, am I supposed to like some femmie-approved, romantic bullshit with soft lighting and slow lovin'? Fuck that. I like extreme stuff and that goes for porn too. When I first heard about Bukkake I was like, no way! That's so cool!"

"Damn, that's pretty amazing," I said, looking over the cover. "What, you wanna watch it?" She grinned at me. "No, that's cool-" I started to say, but she grabbed the box from me and popped the DVD in her player. "Don't fuckin' lie. If you've never seen one, you gotta, and even if you have, you've gotta see this one."

I had seen some bukkake clips before, but I'm not a huge fan overall. I'm not really into squealing, crying, unhappy-looking girls acting like they feel they're getting humiliated. Anyway right away this was different from what I'd seen because the woman was some kind of office executive in a suit, hair in a bun. She started getting all hot and bothered behind her desk and pressed the intercom, giving stern orders in japanese. Outside the office, her secretary smiled and spoke to the other side of the room. The next shot showed this was a reception area, with a line of men in suits each holding a sheet of paper. The men walked in line to the office door.

It became clear the men were there with resumés for a job interview. Each of them handed the sheet of paper to the executive woman and stood back from her respectfully. There were probably about 10 of them. The woman looked over their resumés as she clearly was talking down to them. Then she gave them all an order, which must have been to whip out their cocks and start jerking, because that's what they started doing. She continued looking over the resumés, one hand diddling her pussy beneath the desk. She would bark out questions and commands to each of the men, who would then step forward, still jerking off their censored cocks as they answered.

She gave them a longer series of instructions and they all started inching closer and masturbating more furiously. Finally one of the men stepped right up to the edge of the desk and aimed his dick at the executive. She tilted her head up impassively, as if waiting to be impressed. His jizz shot over the desk and hit her on the cheek and neck. He continued spraying cum for several more seconds, more of it hitting her suit and desk than her face. She gave a slight sneer and called out a word she said over and over, which probably meant "next!" Each of the men in turn stood in front of her desk and shot their cum at her face. The more on target they were, the more pleased she was. In the end she sent them all out of the room and sat in her chair looking happier and more relaxed.

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[jzzr]

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"Wow." I breathed. "You're right, I've never seen anything like that before. Usually the girls are different than that." "Right?" Sophia jumped in. "I mean it's fuckin' hot, but they're so passive and whiny and these wimpy guys are supposed to be dominating them. I can't get into that." I nodded my head. "Sure, I understand. It's what a lot of women have a problem with porn in the first place - the male-dominated asshole shit. I mean, guys go nuts for women, wanting to do all this stuff to them - who's really in control there? The desire for the woman is what drives them."

She looked at me. "You're so right," then paused. "I knew you were different. So many guys I'd run into at these shows are total morons. Aggressive and maybe kinda hot, but look like they're all muscle and no balls. Or brains. And yet they step to me and act like they're in charge."

"Well," I said, backtracking a bit, "I don't see it really as being about who's in charge. I mean like in that video, the guys are still getting to cum on this pretty woman, even if it's not an ideal situation and they're under pressure. There's no clear dom-sub relationship. It's more open. Seems like both sides get something out of it."

She started getting a devilish smile on her face. "What?" I asked. "Does that kind of thing appeal to you? Both sides getting something, even if it's not perfect?" "Well, it's not ideal, but...it's practical I guess. Depends."

"Do you think I'm hot?" "Um...yeah," I said, trying not to stare at her cleavage as I gave her a little once-over when she asked me. "Good, 'cause I think you're hot. And I think you've got something more than those other guys I saw at the show tonight. And," she said, pouring another shot for each of us, "I wanna see it."

I took the glass and downed the shot. "Hey, I'm not into being dominated myself." "So who's dominating? I just told you I wanted to see it. I didn't order you. But I understand. You want to know what you'll get out of it in return." She downed her own shot. "I want you to hit me with your best shot. Just like those guys in the video."

I was in shock, partially from the alcohol and partially from her words. "Wait...what?" She put her glass loudly on the little table. "Let me make this clear. I don't really know you so I'm not going to suck you or fuck you. And kissing is pretty intimate to me. But I want to watch you and feel you cum on me."

The erection that had been growing while watching the video was now way beyond being able to be hidden. She looked at it very obviously and then, nodding at it, said, "I think it's something you want too."

I stood up shakily. "OK...wow, well, I've never just...done this before like this." "Neither have I. But you only live once, right? I'm just going with what feels right to me at the time. Hang on," she said as she pulled off her t-shirt. Her tits looked to be about a DDD, stuffed into a plain black bra that looked a size too small. She saw me staring and said, "Yeah, I got tits too," and we both laughed. "I know, I'm not really girly, I hate buying bras. This one's kinda too small since I got a little bigger, but...hey it still does the job." "And a fine job that must be," I said. She looked impatient. "Hey, my shirt's off. I think you owe me a piece of clothing in return! Pants."

"Now that did sound commanding, " I mock-grumbled as I undid my belt. "Hey, just being practical. If you know of a way to get your cock out of those pants without taking them off, you're even smarter than I thought." Actually it seemed like my pants were in danger of being forced off by my raging erection with no other help. Once my jeans were off, my boxers looked like a tent. I looked at her expectantly.

"Sorry, this is all you get," she said. "I'm not comfortable baring my tits all the way right now. Besides, if I pull 'em out, you'll want to touch 'em or fuck 'em and that's also a no."

I shrugged and awkwardly pushed my hardon through the hole in my boxers. She inhaled sharply and pursed her lips. "That does look good. Take it all the way out, pull your balls out too," I kept the boxers on but did as she asked. She reached a hand down between her legs and started rubbing herself.

"Fuck, yeah. Let me see that cock. Stroke it for me. Come on, show me how you like it. Squeeze that head, jerk it for me. Oh, that's so fuckin' cool." She was definitely getting worked up herself, breathing heavier. Her full pinky-red lips parted and she ran her tongue over them. "Oh, fuck, show me that cock. Show me how you choke that fuckin' thing. Pull that cum up out of there. Get it ready for me."

I was trying to keep my balance, but it was hard between the stimulation and the booze. I wasn't drunk but a little light-headed. The stereo was still pummeling away in the background. I really was dying to see her tits. I could tell she had the nipples pierced by the indentations in her bra. But at least I could see that awesome cleavage, and she did have a cute face. A face that kept begging me to stroke my cock for her.

"Come on, is it coming up? You feel it building up for me? Don't shoot it til you're ready. Til you're gonna totally fucking' explode. I want it. You know what I want. You better give it to me. I see those balls are full. I see them getting tighter, and fuller." She started getting shorter of breath, and moved one hand to squeeze her left breast. "I know you're looking at these big tits, look at these lips, you wish your cum was all over 'em. Come on, give it to me. Give me your fucking cum. I want a fucking cum blast. Shoot your hot fucking load on me. Shoot all over my face. Blast me!"

My brain went on overload as she said those last few words, and I stepped forward, somehow managing a strangled "G-gonna cum!" She sat up straight on the couch and tilted her head up.

As I looked down, I felt a lightning rod of cum jet through my shaft. I was jerking so hard and at such speed that it was flying out faster than ever before. Right after the first blast or two hit her cheek, she was actually taken aback slightly and her eyes snapped shut. Her mouth dropped open and she started saying "Oh...my...god" as I continued shooting white streams of jizz at her caramel-tinged features in between each word. I thought I was done, but caught sight of her breasts practically exploding from her bra as she leaned forward. I grunted and three more blasts hit her neck and the tops of those gorgeous slopes.

Shortly thereafter, she let out a "FUCK!" and I realized she'd still been frigging herself while I came on her face. Her smooth cheeks looked a little more flushed underneath my cum glazing as she shook with her own orgasm. The blast beats on the stereo reached a crescendo and her own shout was backed up by metallic screams before both abruptly stopped.

I looked at her as we both recovered. Not the thickest or biggest load I'd ever shot, but pretty impressive. She wasn't interested in seeing it or even keeping it on her though. She grabbed her t-shirt off the couch and wiped herself off with it. "Whew! That - was - awesome!" She looked at me. "Hey don't get offended, I don't like to keep it on me too long. I'm all about the feeling of it hitting me." She walked over to a laundry basket and continued, "You gave me exactly what I wanted. A fucking blast."

"I think we both got something out of that." I said. She gave me a sultry smirk and said, "Damn right. Uh, look, are you OK to get home? It's late and I got work in the morning." It was a little annoying, but fit with her personality I guess. "Sure. I think losing all that cum did me in more than the shots though. I'm surprised I had that much in me. Especially since I just jerked off last night, plus they say alcohol lessens your load."

"No shit?" She said, pulling on a long black shirt that looked like something she'd sleep in. "Tell you what. Lay off the booze, and your cock, and next time let's see how much more you've got for me." She gave me an evil grin. "Maybe," I said, nodding at her chest, "If you let me see how much more you've got for me."

"Maybe," she echoed, and winked as I walked out the door.

[user46]

Rock on, Jzzr!!!! GREAT story.

I hope it encourages others to get in on the genre...

Great that you're back on the writing jag, my friend.

[fert69]

These stories are great jzzr!

Thanks for sharing.

[serendipity]

Great Stories! Very talented!
Thank you!

[cumlover69]

Fun stories and entertaining to pretend your in them with a good imagination.