Descent Ch. 02: Going Up, Going Down

His cock was all the way in, far, far down inside her throat, shooting his seed towards her belly. But in her stupor, she didn't think to swallow in time, and the foul mess came back up, escaping through her nose. The jizz made the dirtiest long spluuuuuuuuurt sound she'd ever heard coming from her own body, as it squeezed out both her nostrils at the same time. She snorted, and more pressed out like sticky toothpaste from her poor little nose, the ropes of cum going down the sides of his cock, running down her chin, dripping onto her tits, into her cleavage. And he kept cumming, another gush of white slime splurting from her left nostril, the sticky seed getting absolutely everywhere, making a nasty mess of her.

It went so far up her sinuses she wouldn't have been surprised if some of it got into her befuddled brain. As she snorted out more of the white goo from her abused airways, she felt sure that was something a Maker could do to a doll if he wanted.

God, how much of it was there?

She'd never, ever, felt this used before. Her thighs quivered as she felt the wetness of seed running down her belly under the dress towards her cunt.

He pulled her back, let her up a bit, her mouth still stretched, an 'O' around his girth just below the crown. "You're a dirty, dirty girl, Emma," he groaned. "Just think of all your filthy fantasies, all ready for me to pluck from where you've hidden them, deep inside the most private parts of your mind, and use them against you. Oh, you're going to make a fine slave. And it won't take long. You're so ready to be harvested."

He panted, his cock twitching, dispatching a final shot of cum, giving her a mouthful as he kept his tip in her mouth. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth with a plop, still breathing hard. He wiped it off against her hair.

Two stretching ropes of sperm dangling from her nostrils, his cum in her mouth, she tilted her head back, swallowed loudly, gulping down her mouthful of jizz. She drew a deep breath, slurped the two ropes from her nose into her mouth and downed those too. The taste fueled her arousal and stoked her to the melting point.

How was it even possible to be this turned on?

"Up," she heard from above her. "Let me have a look at you."

She blushed, feeling the cum on her face, on her tits, the cool of it running down between her breasts, under her dress. Her hair clung to her chin, darkening as it soaked up the sperm it was stuck to. She must be a sight. Desperately hoping no one would see, she shuffled back on her knees to her place, managed to get back up on the seat.

He had his phone up, snapped a picture of her. Because of course, he did. She made an annoyed little sound, but it still happened. Her face flushed with her arousal, cum dangling from her chin, the sticky white mess in her cleavage, disheveled hair and all - she hoped no one would ever see that pic.

"Nice!" he said, looking at the screen, saved the image.

Her hand was between her legs, touching herself, as she fantasized about where that picture might end up.

The triplet next to her leaned in, gave her a kiss, tasting the seed in her mouth. The doll giggled, started to suckle on Emma's chin, slurping the globs of cum into her mouth, making Emma just a tiny bit cleaner in her greedy quest to taste more of the sperm.

"Do you need to be anywhere before the weekend is over?" Damien asked.

Dazed, she shook her head no. A big glob of cum dislodged from her face and dropped into her drink.

"Good, you're coming with me! I'm taking you home with me to fuck your brains out. Let's see how much trouble I can get you into before the weekend is over!"

Her cunt clenched at that, her fingers almost making her cum again, and she could only submissively nod. She was too turned on, in no state to say no to him. She picked up her drink, finished it. Forgot that a huge blob of cum had fallen into it. She tasted the cum going down. She was sure it wasn't the last sperm she was going to swallow the coming two days. She sure hoped it wasn't.

Starting just recently, she was the sort of girl that swallowed, after all.