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down her hair, then her forehead, and ended at the bridge of her
nose. His face contorted and turned a dark red color.
     
    The second pump spurted across both of her
closed eyes. The third shot across her forehead. The fourth and
fifth returned to the top of her head where it made patterns on her
hair. Satisfied with his work so far, he plunged his penis into her
mouth so she could taste the remainder of his load. He always
boasted of the amount of his load to anyone who could tolerate him
describing it. The perfect ending to a perfect blowjob, he thought.
He groaned. He kept his penis in her mouth, making sure his last
pumps went in there. He then withdrew it waiting for her to swallow
it. She reluctantly did, gulping loudly. She let a huge amount fall
from her mouth and down her lips, coating her chin. Drops of his
massive load found their way onto her tank top.
     
    He went to the bathroom and returned with a
warm, wet towel. "Clean yourself off with this, Kimber. We're not
done yet." He said with a hint of sadistic glee.

Chapter 3
     
     
    "Your part of our little agreement is not
over yet." Mitch smiled slyly. He was still breathing heavily as he
recovered from what was the most satisfying orgasm he's ever had.
She wiped his semen load from her face and chest. Emily showed no
expression on her face. She wasn't going to break down though. She
was going to tough it out. She got herself into this high-stakes
poker game. She was going to find a way to profit from it. She
understood all too well that she crossed a line to which she could
never return.
    Mitch's drooping penis was still
glistening and displayed a purplish-red color. He watched her with
delight as she wiped off his thick juice from her face. She touched
her hair, and realized it was full of his semen. She got up from
the edge of his bed and walked into the bathroom. Emily looked in
the mirror at a person she barely recognized. White, goopy lines
crisscrossed the top of her head. She nearly threw up. She wet the
towel again with warm water and wiped the sticky stuff off her
hair. It took a while. The stuff was like glue in her hair. After
she got as much off as she could, she grabbed a dry towel and
rubbed her hair dry. Mitch came into the bathroom directly behind
her and examined her, saying, "I made a little mess on you. Sorry
about that. I forgot to warn you. I kinda have a lot of the white
stuff. But you remember that, don't you, Kimber ?" He reached around the front of her
pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them while she attended to her hair.
She ignored him.
     
    He tugged her pants down to her ankles. He
looked at the pretty lace underwear that wrapped around her
beautiful, firm ass. He knelt down. He faced her buttocks. He got
excited and his cock started to fill once again. He peeled down her
panties slowly, revealing the top of her crack. His breathing
increased to a pant. He brought them down more as his fingers
explored her smooth skin. He lowered her panties until her full ass
was revealed. He bent down and sniffed and kissed it. His long
tongue reached out to her divide, starting at the top and working
its way down. She shivered not because it felt good. She shivered
because he was a sick monster having his way with her. She hated
herself for getting into this predicament. But she had to see it
through.
     
    Mitch made her step out of her pants and
underwear. He rose and turned her to face him. Stone-faced, Emily
complied. Her tank top was the only thing left on her, and he began
to peel that off too. His cock with its giant cap increased in size
as he kissed and licked her breasts. He then turned her back around
so she could face the mirror. He said, "We're going to do it right
here and watch ourselves do it." He pushed her head towards the
mirror, but his grasp on her hair pulled her head up so she was
forced to watch as his erection tried to find its way inside her.
Arrogantly, he expected to find wetness but only found it to be
stubborn and