Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl
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The three men lunged their cocks back and forth, inches from the expectant face of the willing teenager. The two salesmen gripped their pricks tightly in their fists, pumping them up and down with rapid, even strokes. Cheevers drove his cock through the cradle of her tits, using her plush tits to jerk himself off. And all at the same time, it seemed, the three cocks began to explode, firing cum at Missy's face in great gobs.
"Spunk on me! Spunk on me!" she spluttered, her gasping mouth suddenly awash with steaming wads of jism. All three men seemed to be aiming for her mouth, and the first shot from each one splashed her full between the lips, coating her tongue with a rich layer of white and clogging her throat to capacity.
"Ohhh! Fuck! Ohhh!" the short salesman groaned, watching as his jizz disappeared inside the teenager's mouth. "Eat it! Eat it all! Swallow it all down!"
"Coming in your face! Coming in your stupid slut face!" yelled the tall man, his hand twitching on his aching prick.
Only Cheevers was silent for the moment, pressing her tits harshly against his great rocket of a cock and studying the patterns his spunk made on the girl's face. Each time his cockhead shot free of her tits his prick fired a long rope of silver cum up high, like a line from a harpoon.
His first bolt dove straight into her mouth but the rest splattered her along her cheeks, up the side of her nose, and into her eyes. He watched, fascinated, as one great streamer leapt all the way up her hair, decorating the right side of her face with a ribbon of silver over an inch wide. The cum trail slithered down over her forehead and pooled stickily in the socket of one eye.
Her lashes were waxed together in an instant, and she clamped her eye shut quickly. The rest of the blast drooled down her cheek and looped to one side over her chin. Another shot skidded up over her cheek and curled to the left over her eyebrow, wriggling in an odd little twist over the bridge of her nose. It stuck to the corner of her eye and dripped lazily down along her temple.
"Look at the cum! Look at all the cum!" one of the salesmen wailed, as enthusiastic as some small boy. "She loves it! Took at her suck it up!"
Missy popped her mouth open and shut, swallowing great blobs of spunk and smacking her lips wetly. Thick, white strings dangled from her lips like rubber bands, jumping this way and that before slipping into her sucking mouth. Her whitened tongue poked out wantonly and scooped up wad after wad of the jetting cum.
From the left and from the right, long tracers of white jizz sprang into the air, then cascaded down Missy's face like water from a shower nozzle. Great, wriggling ropes of cum danced to her cheeks, scudded over her forehead, fell into her mouth or disappeared into her hair. Beads of cum bounced over her face like mercury, coating her with dozens of squirming silver lines.
"Yesss! More! Give me more!" she urged, turning her face from left to right and back again in an attempt to capture every drop. "Spunk all over me! I love it!"
A jet of white spiraled out from the left and splashed diagonally across her face. It ran below one eye and gathered in a thick stream alongside her nose. From there, the cum slithered off along her cheek and left her lower face spangled with a cluster of creamy blobs. The end of the jiggling rope drooled from her chin.
Another blast hit her full in the mouth again, splintering into glistening white ribbons that went off in all directions like the spokes of a wheel. Her mouth smacked and her tongue swirled, licking up the wads of cock juice hungrily. Her cheeks ballooned wide with the fluid squishing the back of her gums.
"Sssppplllfff! I love it! Sssppplllfff!" she spluttered through the elastic strings of jizz.
A steaming jet of white spurted from the right, jumping across both her eyes and dogging them shut instantly. It pooled in both her eye sockets, making her dark blue eye shadow gleam weirdly. Great ribbons of silver dripped down her face like wax down a candle. She looked like she was wearing a Halloween mask.
Then one of the cocks was pushed into her cheek, plowing through all the jism and denting her face with its cockhead. A huge bubble of spunk welled up from its slit, and while the cock sat there, the cum expanded and rolled down her cheek like a ball bearing. The prickhead twitched, and shot a quivering fountain of jism all the way up between her eyes. Then the cum fell down her face, and the salesman continued jerking off madly.
Missy began to wonder when the cum would all end. She could take anything now, but there was so much of the jizz. They seemed to have been coming now for the better part of half an hour, and there were still no signs of them quitting. She kept her eyes clenched shut and gaped open her mouth willingly, confident she could take every last ounce of the blazing cock juice.
Suddenly there were two pricks planted on her face, their owners poking the cockheads through all the cum and easing up on their jerking movements. Each one spat out a streamer of cum, and they criss-crossed strangely, splattering her face at different angles. The prick tips nudged her mouth and spilled a quart of jizz each into her already-clogged cavity. She coughed raggedly, her throat bobbing in a wild attempt to swallow the cum.
Cheevers, owner of the third cock, lodged its prickhead on her chin and let his cock spurt a hot stream of silver up across her mouth and into her eye yet again. He pumped himself slowly now, drawing up the last of his spunk with easy tugs. Cum rolled out of his cock heavily, in thick bubbles.
"She'll never take it! She'll never be able to take it all!" the tall salesman muttered. He gazed raptly into her gasping mouth, watching a great, pulsing pool of white cum slop about at the back of her throat. Her tongue was squishing the jizz every which way, splashing the cum about and savoring the tasty jism before letting the cum roll to her stomach.
"She loves it! She fucking loves it!" the short salesman said, shoving his cockhead along her cheek and plowing wads of cum into her mouth. "She'll never get enough!"
"Salesgirl slut! Salesgirl slut!" Cheevers mumbled over and over, glaring at her wildly. "Eat all the cum! Swallow it all down! Don't miss a drop!"
Missy did her best, swallowing great globs of spunk and letting it slither to her belly at will. Each time she smacked her lips, a thick pool of white cum formed and overflowed her mouth, dribbling down her face like milk. She loved it. She loved the taste of the jism. It was so warm and sticky.
At last the cocks wilted, emptied of their heavy loads, their heads all red and raw. The men pumped their pricks more and more slowly, letting them drip thick blobs of white to Missy's face. They rested the cockheads on her cheeks and chin, swirling the layers of pale jism this way and that across her skin.
After a while, she took, over herself, grasping the withering cocks and smearing them into her face eagerly, massaging the sticky spunk all over her. Her face was already sticky with the heavy cream, but she daubed the cum back and forth, making sure every last inch of her pretty face was smeared with jism. She didn't want to leave any part untouched.
"Look at her! Watch her rub the stuff into her face!" the tall salesman moaned. She rubbed his cockhead into her right eye.
"She's crazy. She's fucking crazy," said the other salesman.
Cheevers studied her carefully. "She's not crazy," he mumbled tiredly, slapping her gently across the face with his softening prick. "She just knows what she wants, that's all."
Missy listened to them vaguely, not really caring what they said about her, what they thought of her. For when she got right down to it, it didn't matter in the least. It didn't matter what these salesmen thought of her. It didn't matter what Miss Grimsby thought of her. It didn't even matter what old Cheevers thought of her. If he thought of her behavior so outrageous that he wanted to fire her after this was over, there were always other jobs. It didn't matter in the long run. She had enjoyed the past few days, and that was all that mattered.
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