I watch as he strokes himself, his cock a few inches away from my face. I close my eyes waiting for the facial blast I’m about to receive. I hear hi...m say, shhiitt... I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face. I feel the first spurt hit my left cheek, then another shot hits further up and splashes up to my forehead. A third and fourth spurt hit my chin and travel up over my lips and nose. His last three or four spurts land on my right cheek and run down the side of my face.I feel something on my. “I just want to be fair, is all.” She explained, lamely. I was enjoying this side-topic…a chance to get back at her for some of the repeated rejections I had suffered when approaching her for sex over the past months. But I soon tired of that little game. This was shaping up to be the fulfillment of one of my most commonly recurring fantasies and I didn’t want to screw it up over what Cheryl might consider to be petty bickering. “Alright, you seem to be serious about this but I have some rules. ”We stayed talking, although a lot less freely after that, and after a few more beers we eventually parted ways.I woke up in the hotel bed the next morning and the first thing on my mind was that thought of Lachlan stroking my hand. I was somewhat ashamed of my reaction to it but feeling the power of my morning erection I began to doubt that shame. My mind started to wander and I started to picture what Lachlan’s hand would have done had I not stopped the natural flow of events last night, I. And I voiced my thoughts to Emma in less than favourable terms, consequences be damned!“Fuck this, fuck your answers and most importantly, fuck you! I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight. Either you tell me what’s going on or we go our separate ways.”, I shouted with as much force I could muster, adamant on receiving some answers.Emma looked back at me for a moment before saying, “No, you won’t. Don’t forget, I am carrying your teacher. I don’t think you would leave your mentor in the.