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Chapter One

“What if it’s skin cancer?”

This had been perhaps the twelfth time Susie had tried to convince her husband that the rash on her nose was skin cancer; and by now his sympathy had turned to annoyance.

“You went to the dermatologist last week,” Marcus growled to her from the kitchen, as she stood obsessively in front of the bathroom mirror. “It’s just dermatitis – and the only thing you need to do to is
stop bloody obsessing over it
!”

But Susie wasn’t the not-obsessive type.

An olive-skinned, Italian beauty, Susie was horrified to see a rash on her nose, and had spent hours staring into the mirror ever since it had appeared. She normally had fantastic skin, and while most people wouldn’t notice the inflamed patch on the bridge of her nose, to
her
it might as well have been glowing brighter than Rudolf’s reindeer schnozz.

Staring into the mirror in the bathroom, Susie sighed.

What if it
was
skin cancer? Or maybe it was
necrotizing fasciitis
– that flesh-eating bacteria she kept reading about in the paper. Dammit, she
knew
staying up late to watch
Cabin Fever 3
last night had been a bad idea.

“W-what am I going to
do
, Marcus?” she wailed.

Just then, Marcus’s shadow fell across hers.

She turned and saw her handsome husband framed in the doorway, looking sleek and professional in his business suit.

“You need something
else
to think about,” Marcus growled. He looked his wife up and down. She’d just got out of bed. She was still wearing her cute little Ducky pajamas, and had her hair in a ponytail, but she still looked sexy and gorgeous to him.

“Oh,” Susie scoffed, “and what do you suggest? You know I’m going to be home alone all day, waiting for that package from FedEx.” She turned at glanced at the mirror again. Then she reached up and scratched her nose.

Marcus swatted her hand away angrily.

“Stop that!” He snapped. “If your nose wasn’t bad before, it will be if you keep
scratching
it.” He glanced at his watch. “Dammit, I’m going to be late for my meeting if I don’t leave soon…” But then he looked up at his beautiful wife and sighed: “But what am I going to do about
you
?”

“I’ll be fine,” Susie sighed. Then she turned and looked at her nose again. Her fingers stretched up to scratch it.

“Stop!” Marcus grabbed her wrist. “Honestly, what am I going to have to do with you?” He yanked Susie around, until she was standing in front of him in her pajamas, and hissed: “Am I going to have to duct tape oven mitts to your hands, like they do to kids with chicken pox?”

Susie’s eyes went wide.

“B-but then I won’t be able to sign for my package when it arrives!”

A sneer fell across Marcus’s handsome face.

He quickly glanced at his watch.

“Well, I have another solution,” he purred. “You’re not going to like it, and it’ll probably make me late, but if you’re not able to stop scratching your nose yourself, I’ll have to find a way to make sure you don’t.”

And with that, Marcus laid his big hands on Susie’s slender shoulders, and pushed her down onto her knees.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Susie growled, as she found herself face-level with Marcus’s crotch. The material of his Brooks Brother’s suit pants was bulging.

“Killing two birds with one stone,” Marcus snarled, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. “This is a really important meeting I have to go to, and I need a little tension relief beforehand anyway.” And then he pulled out his thick, throbbing, half-hard cock. “And I’ve got a way to make sure
you
behave while I’m gone.”

Susie’s eyes widened, as Marcus’s beautiful, pale cock swung out in front of her face.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Marcus reached down and grabbed Susie’s ponytail – using it like a handle, to maneuver her head. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Susie snarled indignantly – but the sight of Marcus’s big, thick cock made her mouth water and her pussy throb. Feigning outrage, she opened mouth and swallowed the swollen head of Marcus’s big dick.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” her husband flopped back against the doorframe, as he felt the delicious sensation of Susie’s warm, wet, sucking mouth engulf the head of his cock. “W-why don’t I make you send me off to work like this
every
morning?”

“Mmmmmph,” Susie mumbled, her mouth full of his thick shaft.

She sucked gently, and swirled her tongue around his swollen cock, and within seconds Marcus’s big dick was as hard as she’d ever remembered it. Like a pale, turgid torpedo, his cock stood angrily to attention, and Susie worshipped it with her lips and tongue.

“Mmmph,” saliva drooled down her chin, as she braced herself against the wall with one hand, and used the over to massage Marcus’s heavy balls. “Mmmmph.”

“Oh, Jesus that’s good,” Marcus groaned. “Oh, fuck me. I need to have you come around to my office more. If I had you under my desk, doing this to me every lunch break, I’d be a lot more productive.”

“Mmmph,” Susie’s whole body shuddered at the thought.

“S-so here’s the deal,” Marcus groaned, as Susie’s mouth brought him closer and closer to the inevitable brink of orgasm. “I was going to get it for you as a surprise for your birthday, but if you can keep from scratching your nose all day, I’ll pop by the gallery on my way home and pick you up that print of the Salvador Dali painting you like. From the Divine Comedy?”

If Susie’s panties weren’t already moist, that alone would have flooded them.

“Mmmmph, mmmph!” She nodded enthusiastically, sucking and slurping with even more enthusiasm now. “Mmmph!”

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus felt his balls churning. “Oh, God, you do that
so fucking well
.” A moment before he spurted in her mouth, Marcus wrenched back on Susie’s ponytail and yanked her mouth off his throbbing cock.

“Aiiie!” Tears sprang to Susie’s eyes, as Marcus’s cock sproinged from her mouth and slapped her wetly across the cheek.

“Hold still, darling,” Marcus was brutal, using her ponytail to hold Susie’s face upturned, as he grabbed his spit-slick cock with his other hand and started stroking himself. “That’s it… I’m going to cum all over your face.”

“Huuungh,” Susie groaned hotly as she heard that.

She started up at Marcus’s big cock, swinging just inches in front of her face. It was a humiliating and degrading position to find herself in – kneeling on the floor, with Marcus yanking on her pony tail and furiously jerking himself off in front of her face.

But the indignity was partly what made it so hot.

“H-here it comes,” Marcus groaned, and his knees nearly buckled. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to paint your face, you little slut…”

And then he did.

Groaning, Marcus jerked himself off until his cock swelled, and a hot spurt of pearlescent cum splattered Susie’s face.

She squeezed shut her eyes and opened her mouth as Marcus continued jerking himself off; and more scalding spurts jetted across her chin… Her lips… Her nose and cheeks.

Finally, with a satisfied moan, Marcus released her hair and flopped back against the doorframe, gasping for breath.

Susie slumped to the floor, blinking furiously. She reached up to wipe the hot, heavy cum that was splattered all over her face.

“No!” But before she could, Marcus grabbed her wrist painfully hard.

Susie gasped, and looked up as her husband stood looming over her.

“Don’t you dare fucking
touch it
,” Marcus snarled sexily. “You’re going to wear my fucking cum over that pretty little face of yours
all fucking day
.” Then he knelt down, until he was eye-to-eye with his cum-covered wife, and purred: “If you’re still covered in my cum by the time I come home from the office, I
know
you won’t have scratched your nose.”

And then he kissed her – crushing his lips against hers, and tasting his own cum on her mouth.

Susie groaned hotly into his mouth.

Pulling away, Marcus licked his glistening lips, and squeezed Susie’s hand.

“I
want
to buy that painting for you, honey,” he purred. “And I know you want your nose to get better. So do what’s best for both of us, and don’t touch your nose.” And then he kissed her briefly again. “And if you’re not still wearing my cum when I come home tonight, we’re both going to be disappointed.”

And then Marcus pulled himself upright, tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He started down at his beautiful wife – her face covered in his glistening cum, like she was a porn star.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he promised. “And you better still have my special ‘face cream’ on, or instead of
buying
you a painting, I’ll pull those pajama pants down and paint your sexy little backside red, instead.”

Susie squirmed at the thought.

She clambered up from the floor of the bathroom, and watched her handsome husband grab his briefcase, and head for the door. A moment later he was gone – the sound of his big, V8 Cadillac rumbling off into the distance.

She turned and looked at herself in the mirror – and didn’t know whether to be mortified, or turned on.

Her face was splattered with cum. It was all over her nose, dribbling down her cheeks, and dripping into her cleavage.

It was slutty. It was undignified. But it was also fucking hot.

Biting her lip, Susie stuck her hand in her panties, and started to touch herself as she stared at her cum-covered reflection in the mirror.

Chapter Two

Being a sassy little Italian wife, submissiveness was not exactly hardwired into Susie’s personality. Under normal circumstances, even the
idea
of spending all day wearing a load of her husband’s cum on her face would have seemed ridiculous.

But that particular morning seemed to warrant it.

Firstly, the thought of Marcus bringing her home one of the prints she’d been dreaming about owning for
years
was practically as sexy as giving him a blowjob that morning (was that wrong? That she got physically
turned on
by rare art?)

Secondly, she got a deliciously slutty thrill from doing something dirty and perverted. Normally she’d have washed off her face the moment Marcus zipped up his pants, but she honestly actually
liked
the idea of doing the laundry, washing the dishes and even talking to her parents on the phone, all while covered in his seed.

And thirdly – and perhaps most importantly – it actually
worked
.

Probably once or twice an hour, Susie would absently reach up to scratch the rash on her nose – but the moment her fingers brushed against the cold, sticky cum on her face, she snatched her finger away like she’d been burned.

Yes, it was slutty. Yes, it was undignified. But, you know what? It
did
actually stop her from touching her nose.

And that made a huge difference.

*              *              *

But Marcus’s demand wasn’t without its challenges. 

The biggest one, as it happened, was the reason Susie had been stuck at home all day in the first place.

At about 5pm, a big, white FedEx truck rolled onto the driveway and there was a rap on the door. It was the package Susie had been waiting all day for.

She was excited to receive it – but she also knew that opening the door and signing for it would give the FedEx delivery guy an
interesting
experience.

But she did it anyway.

Opening the door, Susie stood in her Ducky pajamas, with Marcus’s dried cum all over her face, and smiled at the delivery guy as if there was nothing untoward with her appearance at all.

Making her embarrassment even more acute was the fact that the driver was a towering, handsome black man – one whom Susie had been developing quite the crush on.

Not that it was mutual. In fact, the good-looking, muscular guy sometimes acted like he didn’t even notice Susie was a woman – let alone a compact, curvy and attractive one. He’d dropped off dozens of packages to her over the years and never really acted like he noticed her.

“Oh, hey, Miss.” Today, for example, the driver started off by staring at his clipboard, not even looking up at Susie. “I’m afraid I’ve only got one of the packages you’re expecting. I’ll have to drop the other one to you tomorrow…”

But that’s when he looked up – and things changed.

“T-tomorrow,” the driver repeated – narrowing his big, brown eyes as he drank in Susie’s pretty face. “I-I’ll have to…” Then he stopped. “Er… Miss?”

Susie looked up at him, and smiled sweetly.

“Yes?”

“T-there’s something on your face.”

Susie’s cheeks burned hotly.

“Y-yes, there is,” she stammered. “But don’t worry about that. You want me to sign for something?”

Robotically – never taking his eyes off Susie’s cum-splattered face, the driver passed over the clipboard and had Susie sign for her package. Then he handed her the box, murmuring: “I-is that…?”

Susie smiled as if nothing was wrong, but she was practically dying with humiliation inside. This handsome black stud wasn’t an idiot – surely he knew what it was all over her pretty little face.

“O-okay, thanks, Miss,” he was still transfixed by Susie’s face when she handed back the clipboard, and she started to shut the door in his face.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, I guess,” Susie smiled sweetly, and then clicked shut the door.

Cheeks burning red, and heart thumping, the humiliated housewife threw herself against the door and squirmed at what had just happened. Then she peered out of the window, and watched the handsome black delivery driver walking back to his truck, shaking his head.

“Oh, God, Marcus,” she sighed. “You
pig
.” And then she giggled, at the ridiculousness of her situation.

Humiliation and embarrassment were her first reactions to what had just happened; but she started to experience another almost immediately.

She’d had a hundred packages delivered to her by that handsome driver, and he’d never even noticed her during all that time.

Today he had; and his curious look had been sexy and intense.

Hardly believing that she was about to do it for the second time in the same day, Susie’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her pajama pants, and into her already-moist panties.

He pussy was already moist and trembling as her fingertips found her clitoris.

“Oh, God, Marcus,” Susie groaned, slumping against the wall as she started to pleasure herself. “
What
have you done to me?”