Caught! Pt. 13

Facial Features

"I want you to cum on my face."

Leah sucked Jon's cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as her hand worked up and down the shaft. She pulled back and wrapped her big, round boobs around it, fucking him with her tits. There was a grin on her face.

She wanted a facial?

That was new.

As Leah's boyfriend, Jon felt it was his job to give her exciting new experiences that expanded her sexual horizons. He wanted her to experience new feelings. Jon knew that women wanted to have sex with men they could trust to take them right up to the limits of what excited them, then push them ever-so-slightly past the edge their comfort zone. Jon would never do anything that would actually abuse or hurt Leah, but being her boyfriend meant it was his job to take her to unexplored parts of her sexuality.

The problem was that Leah didn't seem to have any sexual boundaries. Instead, she was the one who pushed Jon to do new things he wasn't sure about. He'd never given a woman a facial. He understood that Leah enjoyed pretending she was some kind of whore who deserved to be degraded and called dirty names, and he'd forced himself to do that for her, but Jon hadn't imagined that she wanted to get the kind of treatment porn stars receive at the climax of a sex video. Was he even capable of doing that?

He'd find out.

"Just suck my cock, bitch," Jon said, using the kind of rough language Leah wanted to hear. "Do a good job, and you can put my cum wherever you want."

Leah worked his cock enthusiastically. She shoved it so far back in her mouth Jon got the feeling she was trying to deep throat him, but she hadn't mastered that particular skill yet. Give her time. She'd manage.

Jon had begun thinking that Leah apparently watched a lot of sex videos. He couldn't imagine another reason that a girl who said she was a virgin only six weeks ago wanted to perform so many types of kinky sex acts. Nothing Jon did surprised her - ever. Jon expected some uncertainty when he introduced her to anal sex. Leah wasn't uncertain. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

Jon expected that she'd resist a little bit the first time he spanked her. Jon had spanked girls before, but Leah wanted more. She wanted to be slapped. Hard. On the face. Jon thought it was nice having a lover who took him into new and uncertain experiences, but it seemed weird. He'd been having sex for years, and Leah was just starting.

"Oh, I don't know if this is a good idea, sir," Leah said. "I'm scared."

Jon knew exactly what Leah meant. She particularly enjoyed playing their little game where she pretended to be frightened and reluctant. Jon knew what she wanted him to do. Jon forced himself to slap her face. Leah would have liked being slapped harder, but it was taking time for Jon to wrap his head around this particular kink. "Think less and suck more," Jon said harshly. "You're a filthy little cocksucker. Suck that cock."

Once again, Leah released Jon's wet cock and worked it up and down between her tits. Her chest was slick and shiny, and her big boobs could enclose his whole cock. It felt amazing, but the most exciting part for Jon was the look on Leah's face. Excited. Determined. Ecstatic, even. He'd had two wonderful girlfriends before meeting Leah, and sex with them was as beautiful and exciting as possible. But when it came to pure kinky lust, Leah went beyond anything Jon had experienced before.

That's what he was thinking when he felt the stirrings of his orgasm. "I'm going to cum, you little slut," Jon said, letting her know that she needed to get ready if she really wanted a facial. Leah pulled his cock from her mouth, pumped energetically with both hands, and aimed it at her face.

Jon came. And came. And came. Over and over, thick shots of cum splashed over every part of Leah's face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of warm, wet cum covering her from forehead to chin. When the throbbing grew weaker, Leah rubbed the head of Jon's cock around her face, making sure that the last drops to dribble out ended up on her skin. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Leah was obviously proud of herself.

After a moment she rose from her knees, crossed the room, and fetched Jon's camera. "Take my picture," she said, kneeling again and looking up expectantly. Jon focused on her beautiful face covered by thick globs of cum. It was dripping on her breasts. Leah looked down, scooped up a glob on one finger, then stuck it in her mouth. She sucked off the cum and smiled as though it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. Jon remembered that the first time he ate Sam's pussy it was unfamiliar, and it took him some time to get to like the taste. Leah had swallowed his cum the very first time she gave him a blow job, and now she acted like it was a tasty treat.

She used a finger to scoop more cum from one cheek and guide it to her mouth. She did it again. Taking Jon's hand, she put it on her face. "You do it," she said. "Feed me your cum." Jon smeared globs of the gooey cum into Leah's mouth. "Take a picture," she said. Jon took several shots that showed Leah sucking the cum from his fingers greedily. He'd taken erotic photographs of Leah, but she wanted more. These images were hard core pornography, and she obviously loved it.

She didn't let him stop until he'd fed her as much cum as he could scoop up with his finger. All that remained was a thin layer of sticky goo. Her smile revealed that she took a lot of pride into what she'd just done. Leah finally got off her knees and found a towel to clean the remnants of cum from her face and breasts.

"Sir, I know Mr. Penis needs to take a little nap, but Miss Pussy has a problem," Leah said. "She's really hot and wet. She needs attention. I'll bet she tastes nice right now. Would you please eat Miss Pussy? Please?"

Jon grabbed Leah by the hair, dragging her to the bed. "Get on your back and spread those legs, whore," he said. He straddled her body and started tying her wrists to the headboard.

"No! You don't have to tie me up! I'll be good!" Leah said, pulling one hand away. This was her way of letting Jon know she wanted him to slap her again. Jon knew he wasn't slapping her as hard as she wanted, so he tried something different. He slapped one side of her face with his open palm, then backhanded the other. She liked that. He'd try to hit her harder next time, but this pushed Jon farther than he was comfortable.

"Shut up and lift your ass, bitch," Jon said. Leah obeyed, making room for Jon to get into position. He slid a pillow under her butt. She let out a loud moan when Jon's tongue began circling her slit. Man, Leah was loud. Maybe this was another sign that she'd watched a lot of online porn. Every time Leah and Jon made love, it sounded like a porno soundtrack turned up loud enough to hear in the hallway outside the room. Jon thought he should buy a gag for Leah. She might enjoy it, and it might turn down her volume.

As it was, she got a lot louder when his tongue started sliding up and down the slit between her pussy lips. Jon loved her pussy. She didn't trim her public hair, which was thick and so red it was almost orange. He'd never seen such a fabulous bush. Jon sucked her clit into his mouth and licked it vigorously. He stuck his tongue as far as he could into the opening of her pussy. Leah was a lot more excited than usual, squirming vigorously, and Jon imagined that she'd come soon. He wanted it to last a little longer; his cock needed a little more time to recover. But then Jon discovered why Leah was so excited. She wanted him to do something new.

"Oh, sir! Please don't lick my asshole! I don't want that! I'll do anything you want, just don't lick my ass!"

What. The. Hell. Jon had never given analingus, he'd never received it, and he'd never thought that his girlfriends wanted such a thing. That seemed like something that happened a lot in pornos but not much in real life. But Leah wanted it! Damn! He looked at the little brown spot beneath her pussy and wondered if he really wanted to grant Leah's wish.

Yes. He did. If that's what she wanted, that's what he'd do. Jon started licking Leah's butthole, and she went completely wild when she did. It wasn't bad at all, actually. The idea was challenging, but the actual act was easy. After a while he began swirling his tongue around the hole, and finally he started sticking his tongue deep inside. Leah was going crazy. Still, Jon doubted that he could make her cum just by tonguing her butthole, so he rubbed her clit with his thumb. That did it - she came almost immediately. Jon liked it when Leah came while his face was down between her legs. He was almost certain that she sometimes faked orgasms with him. That couldn't happen if he could see the contractions of the muscles in her ass and pussy. He wished she wouldn't fake orgasms; it just made it harder for Jon to figure out what pleased her and what didn't.

Clearly, analingus pleased her.

Jon's cock was hard again. He climbed up her body, slid into her pussy, and began moving in and out. "You are such a filthy little whore," he whispered in her ear. Then he gave her a deep, soulful kiss. Leah enjoyed it when Jon kissed her after eating her pussy. She liked it when Jon let her know what her pussy tasted like by "forcing" her to kiss him when his face and tongue were covered with her juices.

Jon imagined that Leah would like it when he did the same thing after eating out her ass, but the fact was that her butthole didn't taste like much of anything. Still, Leah was clearly turned on by having Jon give her a big French kiss right after putting his tongue inside her ass.

They'd both cum once, so it wasn't going to happen again quickly. Jon moved in and out slowly, doing his best to get Leah excited again. It took a few minutes, but Leah was a sexy girl with strong urges, and soon she was writhing beneath him. Jon decided to do something that always made Leah cum. He took a small vibrator, placed it between them, then slid his cock into her ass just as he was cumming.

The vibrator combined with the throbbing of his cock always worked. Leah came. Hard. The strong muscles in her ass clenched Jon's cock so tightly it proved she wasn't faking. It made Jon feel like he was a very good lover. He'd given Leah two first-class orgasms, and he provided the cum facial that was obviously so important to her. Those were two new experiences for Jon. He wasn't sure how he felt about cumming on a woman's face or eating her ass, but the important thing was that he'd done something Leah wanted.

When it was over, Leah signed with contentment and curled up next to Jon, pressing her naked body against his. She felt soft, warm, and wonderfully curvy. Her ample breasts and thighs, her tiny waist, her rounded belly, her little doll face, her lush red hair, all combined to make Leah beautiful and sexy in ways new to Jon.

She started breathing in the slow, measured way that meant she was asleep. It was wonderful having a girlfriend with such powerful sexual urges, but something seemed . . . off. Jon thought that the way a good boyfriend treated women was by moving slowly, taking time to savor and enjoy each new type of sex act before moving on to the next one. Leah rushed so much. She'd claimed to be a a virgin just six weeks earlier, and now she'd pushed Jon to do every type of sexual experience he'd ever had plus two new ones. It seemed very weird he'd be introduced to them by a girl who'd just given up her virginity.

And there were other things that seemed . . . off. Leah was telling lies. Lots of them. They were all about minor things. She'd claim to be going somewhere specific, but Jon would figure out that she hadn't arrived. She gave him false stories about when she'd be somewhere, and what she did while she was there. Jon was smart enough to spot little discrepancies in her stories, but he didn't understand why she was lying about such inconsequential topics.

But the main thing that concerned Jon was Leah's reluctance to reveal much about herself. As her boyfriend, Jon was interested in getting to know who she was as a person. What she liked. How she felt. Where she'd been. Who she was. Leah consistently deflected questions like that. Why?

As Jon thought about it, he realized that he'd been wrong about some things. Leah hadn't been a virgin when they met. The notion was increasingly preposterous. Did she think Jon would like her more if he thought he'd deflowered a virgin? Did she think she was somehow impure because she'd had sex? And why was she faking orgasms? Jon knew that women did that for a variety of reasons, but he couldn't figure out what Leah was thinking. He'd never done anything that would make her think he would be upset if she didn't cum.

Jon thought of himself as a reasonably kind and understanding person; he imagined that it wasn't possible that anything that might lie in Leah's past would hurt his opinion of her as much as this constant dishonesty. He listened to her breath in and out, and wondered what to do. Jon would have to talk to her about these things, but he wasn't sure what to say. Maybe, if he waited, their relationship would naturally develop in a way that led Leah to lower the barriers between them. He hoped so. A lot had happened over the last six weeks, and Jon couldn't imagine what would be next.

He'd find out soon.