It's early evening, you've just set off home with some friends or colleagues. You've barely stepped out the door when you notice me, walking purposefully towards the group from across the street, or rather, towards you.

I am tall, strongly built and older than you, you might spontaneously guess me to be in my late 40s. Short hair, no beard, glasses, dressed in jeans, t-shirt and hoodie. My gaze fixes on you the whole time as I approach you with brisk steps.

Your friends/colleagues don't notice me until I'm very close to you, when I open my arms and greet you in a deep, loud voice. You feel my big, strong hands on your shoulders at first – they hold you like in a vice, you can't escape me.

You spread your arms, then I pull you close to me, pressing my lower body against yours. You feel my cock through your clothes, pressing large and hard against your stomach and pubic bone, and my hot breath close to your ear:

“I want to use you right now, right here! I want to fuck your face until my cock explodes and I squirt all my sperm over your pretty face!”

Then I break the embrace, grab your hand and pull you away from the others. They whisper to each other, looking amazed and curious. One of the women from the group grabs your other hand, looking suspiciously first at me and then at you.

The thought of being used by me in a moment, of existing only for my lust and my cock, turns you on insanely. Your heart is racing with excitement and horniness, your hands are sweaty, your breathing is fast and shallow. You look at your friend, pull your hand back and try to calm her and the others:

“Guys, this is Chris, an old friend of mine. We agreed weeks ago to meet up tonight. So there's nothing to worry about! Bye, see you tomorrow.”

Do they believe you? The women seem irritated, but they probably didn't notice that your voice sounds strained and breathless. That after every sentence you involuntarily run the tip of your tongue over your lips and nibble on your lower lip.

However, I'm not sure about one of the men in your group. He gives me a reserved and disparaging look, then glances in your direction. His eyes travel from the floor up your feet and legs – you can almost feel them on your naked skin under your clothes. Does he know that I will be using you for my pleasure in a moment? And that this thought makes you hornier and more submissive by the second?

You avoid his gaze and those of the others, beckon to the others, then you willingly let yourself be pulled along by me. I put my arm around your shoulders, press you tightly and unyieldingly against me.

You can't think straight, except for one thing:

“I'm about to be used like a cheap street whore, used by a stranger!”

As I look at you, you smile, then you tilt your head back slightly, open your mouth and lick lasciviously along your upper and lower lips with your tongue. With a silent movement of your head, you point in the direction of a large-format billboard lined with bushes, with enough space at the back for you and me.

“I want you to kneel in front of me and look at me! Then you take off your shirt, blouse, bra and present your tits to me!”

My voice is dominant and demanding. As if in a trance, you get down on your knees, willingly unbutton and unzip, taking off various items of clothing. You grab your tits with both hands, presenting them to me proudly and excitedly.

I stare at them, horny, hungry, wild.

Then I unfasten my belt, pull down my jeans and underpants. My circumcised and shaved cock springs out towards you. You open your mouth, look at me imploringly, and can hardly wait to feel it between your lips as you clasp it firmly with both hands.

You bend forward a little, reach for my cock. It is warm and firm and it seems as if it is getting even firmer and bigger in your hands. Thereupon I grab you by hair with both hands, pull your head roughly back and look down at you excitedly. Breathing heavily and in fits and starts, you groan lustfully and beg in a quiet, hoarse voice to take my cock in your mouth and be allowed to suck it.

My firm grip loosens, you groan with pleasure, then your soft lips gently close around my glans, at the tip of which a shiny drop of pre-cum appears. With the tip of your tongue, you gently lick it up, then you let it slowly circle, eliciting a loud groan from me and making me tremble slightly.

“I want to fuck your face!”

Roughly, I push your head back a little, then pull it forward with a jerking movement.

“I want to fuck your face and ram my cock deep down your throat!”

You release first one, then both hands from my cock, let them sink. In a slow rhythm, I move your head back and forth while I perform thrusting movements with my hip and fuck you in your throat. My cock disappears again and again completely in your mouth before it reappears wet and shiny.

I don't let you out of my sight for a moment, enjoying the view: you kneeling half-naked in front of me, me fucking your face with increasing arousal, just using you.

I don't even know your name. And yet I don't want anything other than your face, your lips, your slutty look and cum all over it. I just want to use you and fuck you like a cheap hooker, use you as I please.

Right now you are my fuck piece, you are only there to make me cum in your face – and you like it! Surrendering yourself to me like this makes you insanely horny, makes your pussy wet and wetter (where are your fingers now, by the way?)

You gasp, I moan with relish and let go of your head. Then I take hold of my cock with one hand, right at the root, and touch your cheek with the other. My breathing quickens as I massage my cock, which is full to bursting, and stroke the glans over your soft facial skin.

“You make me so horny, so incredibly horny!

In a moment I'll cum all over your horny face, I'll really mess you up and cover you with cum!

Oh yes, and then you'll thank me for using you like a cheap street hooker!”

I gently pat your cheek, then grab a strand of hair and pull your head back. With the other hand, I guide the glans like a paintbrush over your face, touching your lips, cheeks, tip of your nose, forehead, while you lick my balls with relish.

“YES! YES! YES!

Look at me while I cum on your face!

I'm cumming now!

You'll get your reward now!

YES, YEAH!

I'm squirting everything in your face!

I'm squirting EVERYTHING in YOUR face!"

 All I can see are your eyes and my orgasm, which I can no longer hold back. It overwhelms me, comes like a tidal wave, almost sweeping me away.

You can hear it, see it, feel it!

The first squirt goes across your face, your glasses, your forehead.

The next one splatters on your cheek, and from the third one on, I try to hit your eye.

Cum splatters hot on your skin, your glasses (which have slipped), smearing your make-up.

I press myself against your face and my glans into your left eye socket.

My cock twitches ecstatically and squirts sperm up to your brow.

This sight makes me totally wild, you have my cum all over your face.

Even in your left eye, which makes me particularly horny and which you can only open and keep open with effort.

My cock is still hard and firm when I push it into your mouth so that you can lick it clean. You suck on it lightly, which gives you another small load of cum, which I squirt into your mouth, twitching and shaking, while I stand in front of you, breathing heavily and look down at you proudly:

There's cum all over your face, not a single drop of cum went astray or was lost. Your facecum face looks stunningly sexy, beautiful, wild and desirable, especially when you're sucking my cock and looking me in the eyes.

Slowly, very slowly, I let my still pretty hard cock slide out of your mouth before I put my underpants and jeans back on properly. Then I bend down to you, take your head in both hands and passionately kiss your blowjob mouth. You open your lips, let my tongue in and play with yours while we look each other in the eye.

Seconds or days later we break away from each other:

“If you want, we'll meet again. Just the two of us or with additional men (and women) who all want to and will use you. You don't have to do much. I just want a small trophy from you: your panties.”