I put my dress on last. I took my time with my makeup and hair. I had wanted to get as dolled up as possible. I had something in mind and I knew that aesthetics went a long way in these situations.
It was a long, red dress that hugged my curves. I looked in the mirror to see what it looked like behind me and my ass stuck out perfectly. I wore long gloves that went up to my elbows. I wore my best pearls and earrings and I had on the brightest lipstick I could find. I wore my expensive pair of glasses too. The ones I wore when I would go out and wanted to look nice. They were designers, and I loved how I looked in them.
I heard Thomas coming in the door and I met him as he was putting his backpack down.
“Whoa,” he said, “you look amazing. What’s the occasion?”
I didn’t say a word as I handed him a glass of champagne. He took a sip and then I grabbed his hand and walked him to the bedroom.
He was confused at first. He made a face that I had seen before when he didn’t know what to say or do, so I had to take initiative. I walked up close to him and kissed him deeply. When I pulled away, some of my lipstick had stuck to his lips. I took the glass and placed it to his lips and pushed the bottom so that he drained it.
Then, I got down on my knees and began nudging his cock with my nose and lips.
“Pull it out,” I said.
“What is going…”
“Come on. Cut it out. Thomas, hurry up and take it out.”
He sported the same confused look as he pulled it out. It was starting to get hard but I saw it go over the edge when I pushed forward on my knees and began to nuzzle it as if I were a cat. I felt a shiver go through his body and his jaw dropped down.
“What has gotten into you?”
“You need a pretty face to come on,” I said. “Don’t you? You just want to use me like your little cum rag. Don’t you?”
I nudged his cock again. He grabbed it and began to stroke it.
“Look at you. You can’t help it. You just see my pretty face, all dolled up and fancy, and you want to come all over it. Don’t you?”
“You’re driving me crazy, talking like that.”
“Come on. Do it already. Make me your little cum slut.”
He let it go then. It shot into my black hair and between my eyes and then the rest dripped onto my right cheek and right lens. When he was done, I leaned forward and pecked him just on the tip, and a small pearl of it came back onto my lips. I smiled up at him as he squeezed out the last of it.
“Good job,” I said. “From now on, you can have a pretty face to come on whenever you need it.”
I kissed it one more time and then I took my spectacles off and licked them clean as he stood there watching.
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