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 ï>¿I Woke Up with Cum on my Face by SheCallsMe_Daddy

   Friendly neighbor cums on sleeping beauty's face.

   Hi!  My name is Korrina and I've got to tell someone about what's been
going on the last six months.  None of my friends would understand - they'd
be horrified in fact - and I'm DYING to tell someone.  So, my beautiful
readers, I hope you don't mind me unloading this on you.  I think you may
literally be the only ones who would enjoy this predicament in which I find
myself.

   I live in a ground floor apartment that opens onto a courtyard, and
while there is a railing and some plants separating my little sitting area
from the courtyard, there have always been direct sight lines from my place
directly into the apartments across from me.

   For the better part of the last year, the only apartment that has a
direct sight line into my bedroom has been vacant.  Now listen..  I'm no
exhibitionist, but neither am I excessively modest.  I love my body.  I'm
proud of my body.  I've always been a sex positive person and am not shy.
So if randoms happen to see some skin, well, happy fucking birthday!

   So when the tall, gorgeous man moved into that apartment directly across
from me, I realized that maybe I need to be a little more conscious of 1)
my nudity around the house and 2) keeping blinds closed a little more
often.

   Well.....  what can I say, I like fresh air and I love natural light.

   Shortly after he moved in I went and introduced myself.  His name is
John and fuck my life he's gorgeous.  Mid-40's, thick brown hair. 
Beautiful hazel eyes.  6'2" with an athletic build.  Charming, funny and I
knew right away that I would have trouble not fucking him silly!  I'm
pretty sure though that getting involved with a neighbor is a recipe for
disaster!  So, we chatted for a while, I played with his two black labs and
said goodnight.

   After getting home that first night, I couldn't get the sight of his VPL
(visible penis line) out of my head.  He was wearing these amazing burgundy
joggers from Vuori that hugged everything nicely.  I don't know if he
regularly goes commando, but it was my fault for showing up unannounced and
I certainly have no room to criticize as I regularly wear very little when
not expecting anyone.  Anyway, he apparently has a gorgeous cock and my
pussy very much noticed.  I fucked myself silly as soon as I got home!!

   ...it was only afterward that I rolled over and in my post-orgasm fog
noticed the blowing nearly transparent linen drapery that was half open in
the patio doorway that was also halfway open.  While the overhead light
wasn't on, my bathroom light very much was and bathed my entire bedroom in
enough light to backlight my body in everything I had been doing.

   Momentarily overcome with embarrassment, I quickly recovered and slipped
a finger back inside my pussy.  Still twitching, post orgasm and obviously
still sopping wet, I lifted my head and peeked over in the direction of
John's apartment.  All the lights were off, but I could have sworn I saw
movement of the horizontal blinds in the window that would be his bedroom.

   With a smile I got up to brush my teeth and wash my face for bed - still
naked - and went to bed that night with thoughts of him rubbing his cock at
the sight of seeing my legs spread and pussy whimpering with orgasm.

   So that's how it started.  Life went on and I resumed my typical
behavior.  I tried to be more conscious of what he and others may or may
not see, but at the end of the day, maybe I do have a bit of exhibitionist
in me.  Whether turned on at the thought of being seen, or simply not
caring, I don't know - maybe it's a little bit of both.

   I too noticed occasionally that John had inconsistent attention to his
own blinds to his bedroom and living room.  It became a fairly consistent
occurrence that I saw him making coffee or getting a bottle of Topo Chico
from his refrigerator completely naked.  Beautiful body and a glorious
fucking cock!  Watching for these sightings became distracting.  My
favorite were glimpses of him walking around with a hard cock.  I found it
erotic to see the highly sexual visual of a beautifully perfect hard cock
in somewhat domestic scenarios.

   More often than not after seeing him I ended up fucking myself.  We'd
occasionally make eye contact as I suspect the feelings of distraction with
each other's body was mutual.  Don't get me wrong, we weren't being bluntly
obvious, but over the course of a given week there may be a handful of
sightings.  Just rarely enough to make it novel and exciting.

   This went on for three or four months and honestly the dynamic became a
very nice addition to my life.  I'm very single and at the moment not
interested in a relationship, but this interplay provided a fun eroticism
that was lacking.

   One night..  the night IT started, I was particularly horny!  I have
aggressive r@pe fantasies and they mostly revolve around having my ass
brutalized.  I've never had anyone with whom I could really explore these
interests, so when I'm alone I love fucking my ass with dildos and
fantasizing I'm the girl in the movie Taken or caged like an animal and
having my ass used repetitively for the enjoyment of a waiting line of men.
Glory holes..  Blackmailed for the use of my ass...  there are too many
fantasies to count.  Anyway, this night I was on my stomach with legs
splayed and an 8" cock the majority of its way inside my ass,, pointed at
John's apartment.  Dimly lit so as not to be too obvious, but still, being
watched in this state became part of the fun.  After utterly destroying my
own ass and an earth shattering orgasm, I quickly fell asleep, dildo tossed
across the room - too tired and satiated to really do much in the way of
actually preparing for bed.

   I love feeling the breeze of an open door and I've been lulled into
complacency by the secure property.  During the warm weather months, I
sleep with the door open...

   I slept as if I'd been drugged that night.  Deep sleep.  Waking the next
morning to my internal alarm clock at 7:30, I rolled over and stretched. 
Warm and happy.  My mop of long hair laid about me, so grabbed a hair band
off my bedside table and wrestled it into a bun.  Running fingers through
my hair though, it got caught in something crunchy that tangled my fingers,
but thinking nothing in the moment, I worked around the tangle to get it
tamed.

   Sitting up and shaking the sleep fog from my mind, I had a growing
realization that something was off.  Moving my face, it almost felt like I
had a mud mask on parts of my face.  Smoothe to the touch, but crunchy when
I actually tried to move my face, I moved to the bathroom mirror and
couldn't see anything obvious.  Pulling my hair down, I felt through my
hair and found the crunchy tangles.  It felt the way that it does after I
take a face full of cum.  Did I mention that I have a penchant for walking
around in public immediately after taking a facial?

   But I hadn't..  I haven't been in front of a cock in WAY too long! 
Washing my face with water, it felt exactly the way cum feels when being
rehydrated and washed off.  And the unmistakable smell.

   IT WAS CUM AND IT WAS ON MY FACE AND I HADNT BEEN WITH ANYONE!!

   Panic truly set in.  My mind raced and I looked around my apartment.  I
truly freaked out.

   Then a whisper of an idea took root.  Did John do this to me?  I knew he
probably watched me r@pe my own ass, but would he have come in overnight,,,
and, cum on me?  Did he actually stand over my sleeping body and masturbate
to completion, cumming on my face, and just leave?!?!  I knew I should have
been angry.  Livid!  I should have put clothes on and barged in on him and
ripped him a new assbole (like I secretly wanted him to do to me)..  I
should have called the police for sexual assault.

   But I quickly realized my pussy was wet.  Because the images of him
standing over me were too delicious to even admit to myself.  So I didn't
do anything.  I put my hands to my cheeks.  And I smelled my hair.  And I
ran some strands through my lips looking for his taste.  Searching for the
flavor of his cum, whose cock I'd never even touched.

   I was shocked.  I was turned on.  But more than anything, I loved the
supposed idea of anonymity in the experience.

   I showered and went about my day that first time, not changing anything
about my usual activities.  I didn't abruptly close my blinds or change
anything about my visibility.  I didn't all of a sudden close my patio door
at night.  I didn't see him for the better part of a week, so I
intentionally timed things so I'd see him in the common area of the
property - not unusual that we'd see each other and we often now chatted
when we did.  I cheerily said hi, not indicating that I thought anything
different.  Clearly his actions the other night were done in the fog of his
own horny state, because I saw a split second of fear, or was it shame,
before he recovered with a smile.  He must have been thankful he had
"gotten away with it".  Perhaps he thought I hadn't noticed?  Anyway, I
flirted heavily and resumed our previous tone of banter.  Satisfied he
didn't think I knew, or in any event thought things back to normal, I made
an excuse to leave and told him I'd see him later.

   Things returned to relative normal - to the extent that "normal" is this
unspoken game of mutual partially veiled exhibitionism and voyeurism.

   I really thought that his assault - let's call it like it is - would be
a one time thing.  I thought he looked scared to death when I saw him after
the first time, and regardless of his getting away with it, I didn't think
he'd ever dare enter my place again unannounced.  Though with that said,
I'd started watching him masturbate too, and now understood the drive to
cross the courtyard and have my way with him.

   We both became a bit more brazen in our nudity, though we kept it to
sight lines that only the other of us would be able to see.  Well, with the
exception of the occasional person who walked through the courtyard, which
happened occasionally and I was surprisingly unashamed for them to see me -
male and female alike.

   On more than one occasion I'd even waved at him when I had obviously
caught him doing nothing but watching me.  And to his brazen credit, he
never awkwardly averted attention or pretended not to see me.  It was on
those occasions most frequently that he would masturbate that night, and I
knew what he was thinking as I watched him stroke that magnificent cock. 
It wasn't huge - 6.5" or so - but my god it was perfect.  Glorious mushroom
head and a slight upward curvature.  If I wasn't enjoying this so much, I'd
ask to spend time doing nothing but worshiping his cock.

   It's like we both thirsted for the other, but this exhibitionistic
interplay fed a kink that at least I never knew I had - so neither one of
us took steps to forward the interaction.  Even when I wasn't masturbating
with purpose, I would often stand with a leg up or sit with legs spread -
obviously in view - and diddle my pussy for a few minutes.  This only
served to prime me further for aggressive self-fucking later that night,
which I always hoped he was watching.

   A good 45 days after the first incident of him sneaking in and cumming
on my sleeping face, I was in another of my kinkier moods and spent a good
hour edging myself to all kinds of porn content on my phone.  I'd stumbled
onto a Czech string of videos where a series of women were presented in
glory hole style to a bunch of men in attendance.  Some were standard glory
holes where men would be sucked off.  Others presented their pussies with
the lower half of the women spread eagle and legs suspended so a man could
simply walk up and fuck the pussy he wanted.  Yet others were presented
similarly, only in doggy position so that both pussy and asshole were
available for use.  I found myself in a fantasy that I was one of those
women whose ass appeared to be the favorite and was being used over and
over.  Anal cream pies serving as lubricant for the next cock, my ass
gaping wide and ready.

   I fucked my ass hard in direct line of sight to John and finished with
an orgasm that I couldn't control and was louder than usual..  After the
earth shattering orgasm subsided I hoped to god I hadn't called his name,
as my patio door was open and drapery pulled aside.  In any event, the
post-coital brain fog took over and off I drifted to sleep.  As usual after
these orgasms, I slept long and hard, dreams continuing the subject matter
of the fantasies I'd just played out.

   I woke the next morning, well rested and happy, smiling to myself at
some of the dreams I remembered having.  Right away I knew..  My face had
that dried mud mask feeling and I touched the smooth, dried cum that
covered my forehead, cheeks, mouth and upper chest.  Impressive - that must
have been a gigantic load!  Running hands through my hair, it too was
tangled in places, crunchy as I again wrestled it up into a bun.  That
dirty mother fucker!!!

   This time I wasn't as shocked or scared as the first time I woke to
having my face used as a cum rag.  Rather, I got out of bed and went about
my Saturday morning, though with my pussy tingling at my new kink of being
used this way.  I didn't brush my hair and I didn't wash my face.  I wore
his cum the rest of the day until I actually did need to shower.

   John didn't act as skittish this time as he did the first time.  We
continued our little dance without interruption.  We chatted regularly out
in the courtyard and in common areas of the property, and our intentionally
unintentional nudity continued in our respective apartments.

   Shortly after this second occurrence, we were both out at the pool on a
random weekday afternoon.  Turns out we both had a quiet afternoon and
decided to take advantage of the nice, sunny, early summer sunshine. 
Seeing him before he saw me, I *may* have pulled my already relatively
small bikini bottom further up my ass.  And well, my DDD boobs need no help
in drawing attention.

   I set up my stuff on the lounger right next to his and cheerily said hi.
I jumped in the water right away to get wet and climbed out of the pool via
the ladder that was directly in front of him.  He watched the whole time.

   I laid face down on the lounger next to him and we chatted nonchalantly.
After I had mostly air dried, I picked up the bottle of sunscreen I'd
brought (though knowing to myself I'd already applied and didn't need it),
and handed it to him, asking if he'd rub me down.  No,,,, what I actually
said was "John, will you please rub some cream on me please?"

   God I wish I could have seen his face.  He sort of stammered and
responded quickly that he'd be happy to.

   Obviously a gentleman, at least in the waking hours, he applied
liberally to my back and shoulders - strong hands might I add - and moved
from lower back to thighs and the rest of my legs.

   Teasing him, I asked he wanted me to get a sunburn on my ass, to which
he stumbled over his words and said that he guessed he didn't.

   Directing him further, I asked him to "rub it into my ass please", which
he complied with happily.

   Once asked, he wasn't shy.  Filling the gap from lower back to upper
thigh, he even slid hands underneath the bikini bottom, wedged in my ass.
He kneaded my cheeks like dough and reached ever so closely to my asshole
and pussy as he applied the cream, ever so slightly pulling my cheeks apart
to do it.

   My pussy was SINGING at the attention and I wouldn't have been mad had
he finger fucked my holes right then and there.  But no...  he didn't. 
Feeling like he was finished, I asked him to replace my bikini bottom up my
ass as it was.  And in his response I heard the breathy hormones of a man
that was on edge.  I felt him take two hands and with delicate fingers
replace my bikini bottom even further up my ass than it was minutes before.

   Trying to hide my own needs, I simply thanked him, saying I wanted to
minimize tan lines.  With a chuckle, he responded that it was his pleasure.

   I looked over at him and drank him in, saying "yes, it looks like it was
your pleasure" pulling my sunglasses down and eying the clear and very
large bulge he had in his already snug fitting swim trunks.

   He responded with his own quip, "you know you like it and that you did
this to me on purpose", interlocking his hands behind his back and
relaxing. Not even attempting to hide his massive erection.

   I wondered how many people were watching this from the windows that
overlooked the pool, and further, if any were masturbating as a result.. 
Seriously, where did this new infatuation with other people masturbating to
me come from?!  I mean, I know I have a great body for my age and that
partners have gotten off to nudes that I've sent.  And I have been known to
"show my tits" on occasion, at Eeyore's annual birthday celebration in
Austin, random music festivals and the like..  But I guess intentionally
instigating someone to cum is a new thing for me.  And I was actually
liking it.

   Anyway, I digress..  I loved that John didn't push the subject or try to
escalate our little dance.  The rest of our poolside tryst stayed
innocent-ish.  We chatted about travel and his dogs, work and new favorite
restaurants in Austin.

   When I say "ish", well,,, that's because I may have done something kind
of naughty after turning over to lay on my back.  At this point we were
both laying on our backs, loungers propped up a bit so our legs extended
but backs were somewhat upright.

   Pussy still tingling, I spread my leg closest to him over a bit further
and slid my hand just barely down my bikini bottom such that my middle
finger barely reached my clit.  Nothing about this was entirely discreet,
but neither did I go full on spread eagle and pull my bikini aside. 
Anyway, while we were chatting I lightly played with my clit.  Not so much
as to make attempt at cumming, which I EASILY could have, but she just
needed a little attention, so for around 3 minutes or so I played.  We both
kept up conversation and to his credit he didn't say anything.  But he
definitely noticed.  And his erection came back to life.  Which I loved!!

   After another 20 minutes of conversation, I was starting to burn despite
the sunscreen and decided it was time to leave.  I packed up my stuff and
told him I'd see him later, but before going I reached down and gently
patted his cheek, suggestively telling him to be a good boy.

   His response was delicious, saying "you know I won't"..

   Walking back into my place I immediately hit the shower to wash off the
liberally applied sunscreen and rubbed out two quick orgasms, knowing I'd
be worthless for the rest of the day if I didn't!!

   I knew our pool interaction had to have left a mark on his mind and for
the rest of that day I had a plan in mind.  The most important part of this
plan was NOT to fuck my self silly right before bed because I didn't want
to sleep as deeply that night as I usually do after a hard orgasm prior to
bed.  But I did want to sink the bait further, so before bed, I took a hot
shower and in front of my bedroom full length mirror (visible to John)
applied body lotion all over and made sure to make a bit of a show about
it. I rubbed my boobs for a good long time and even played with my pussy
and asshole for a few minutes.  God, the show made me horny, but I was
committed.

   Finished my usual nighttime routine and turned the lights off for bed -
as usual, patio door open and shades not all the way closed.

   It took me a while to get to sleep, listening for every little sound
that might indicate his approach, but before long I really did doze off.  I
should say that I'm generally a pretty sound sleeper and my sleeping
position, as far as I know, is usually either on my back or laying on one
side.  And to John's benefit (and my own??) I typically sleep on one side
of the bed, as opposed to sleeping in the center of the mattress.

   Anyway, this night, I woke to an unusual sound - what must have been
shuffling of the drapery and a certain someone negotiating the half-open
patio door.  I woke quickly, though I wasn't startled and didn't make a
sound or change of body position.

   I was already on my back with my head turned toward the side of the bed
that I was on.  I sleep naked and on this warm early summer night the light
covers of my bed were down to waist level.  My face, breasts and just a
hint of pussy on display.

   I had no idea what time of night it was and I didn't care.  No other
sounds filled the night.

   He walked quietly to my bed and stood tall over me.  It was dark in my
room, with the only light being that of the moon and LED light from my
phone charger in the corner nearest him.  To be safe, I kept my eyes closed
tightly and maintained deep breathing as if sleeping.  I'd imagined him
always just walking in, jerking off, and leaving.  What I didn't expect
occurred next.

   Warm hands gently cupped the sides of my breasts.  Initially a very soft
touch, and I could hear him holding his breath and watching for signs of my
waking.  When I remained steady he fondled, rolling them and massaging them
in his hands.  John was groping me as I slept.  I felt one hand leave my
boobs and the top sheet was moved lower on my body to expose my pussy.

   I hadn't bargained for this.  I thought he would just cum on my face and
leave.  Extremely soft to the touch, he ran his fingers around my pussy and
even slid a finger between my warm, inviting folds.  I struggled to keep my
breathing even, conscious that any change could spook him.  Why wasn't I
stopping him?  Did I have a limit?  Would he fuck me?  Would he fuck my
mouth?  Why does the thought of being a series of holes to be used turn me
on?

   After he had had enough of fondling mg body, he stood up and I heard him
fishing his cook out.  Only now did I crack one of my eyes, being careful
to maintain breathing and all other appearances as I had.  In the dim light
I could see his perfect cock only inches from my face.  My relatively tall
bed meant that my face was literally just below his outstretched cock, his
hand already sliding up and down its length.  I could hear his hand sliding
back and forth.  I don't know if he used lube or spit, or maybe just
copious amounts of precum, but it sounded wet.  My mouth watered.  I wanted
to taste his cock.  Feel the soft mushroom head down my throat.  His pace
was slow initially, but it was growing in speed and his breathing was more
ragged.  I could tell he was lost in the fog of his building orgasm and so
I was able to watch more closely.  It was beautiful.  It was violent.  I
could feel the urgency of his need to cum all over me and I welcomed it.  I
wanted to bathe in his orgasm and gargle his cum.

   It was coming and I could tell.  I closed my eyes and focused on my
breathing.  Focused on not responding.  I've watched "poker face" porn
videos where the girl pretended to be a sex doll.  And that's what I
mentally channeled as the initial torrent of cum shot me hard in the face.
One, two, three, four ropes of cum covered me.  In my hair.  He aimed the
last few partial shots on my boobs and down toward mg pussy.  I've never
really been with a heavy cummer before, so I was shocked and struggled to
maintain composure.

   I watched through cum covered eyes as his fist squeezed the last bit of
cum from his cock and he shook it onto me, depositing the last of his load
on me.  My supposed unconscious body.  As quietly as he came, he quickly
wrestled his cock back into his shorts and snuck back out the way he came.

   After I was sure he'd left, I wiped the cum from my eyes and felt my
face, drenched in his cum.  I ran my hands down my body and reached into my
pussy which was gushing wet, begging to cum..  so I did....  I tasted his
cum.  I bathed in it.  I lathered my body in it, fingering my pussy the
whole time.  He tasted so good.  There was so much of it.  And in my mind I
went to scenarios of him fucking my unconscious body.  Braving a gag reflex
for him to scull fuck me while I slept.  I wanted to be his rag doll.  And
with that in my mind I came violently.

   After my orgasm subsided, I fell immediately to sleep and slept deeply
until daylight woke me.  Again, I felt the familiar caked feeling as I
woke. I was so happy.  So satisfied.

   Getting up to get dressed I noticed how happy my skin seemed to be.  You
hear bros joke so often about semen being good for the skin, but like
seriously.  I was glowing!!

   It had only been a few days between the second and third occurrence, and
I wondered how this would evolve.  Would he get bored?  Or would this
become a regular thing?  I don't know what his work schedule is that allows
him to seemingly stay up all night, but I was here for it.  I found myself
leaning into the depravity of being his proverbial cum sock.  His cum
dumpster to be used.

   While part of me wanted to get absolutely pounded by that cock, I guess
for now, I love being the thing onto which he cums.  And for my face to be
his primary sexual outlet.

   What do you even call this kink?  Is it a fetish?  I guess it's free
use, but like not really because he's not even using my mouth or anything
to actually cum.  I mean there's the exhibition/voyeur aspect, but that's
really the foreplay.  I don't know.  Whatever you call it, I'm loving it.

   So this sort of became the new normal and yes, it ended up happening at
least once but occasionally twice per week.  Often times I'd fuck myself
silly before bed and those nights I'd definitely not wake up for the show,
but as the summer progressed and the temps higher I'd sleep without much
cover at all.  And those nights I know he was outright playing with my body
before he came....at least that's what I'd like to think.

   Occasionally, I'd wake up and enjoy the show, most of the time it was
the same sequence of events.  He'd come in and have his way with fondling
my body, before jacking off all over me.  And every time without fail, I'd
use his cum as body lotion as I fucked myself immediately after he left.

   I also found that the events before bed occasionally impacted what he
did to me while he thought I was sleeping.  One night for example, I'd
gotten a new pair of heels delivered and I was excited to try them on.  I
love my legs and they look amazing in heels.  I'd never had a pair, but
broke down and ordered a pair of Louboutin So Kate pumps.  Black calfskin
leather with the famous red bottom soles.  Fuck, I looked hot.  So I walked
around in them, just with panties on.  Modeling for "myself" in the mirror
and ended up in bed masturbating with them on.  I came to the image of John
bending me over while wearing them and fucking me silly!

   Anyway, that night I woke to the usual shuffle of noises, but instead of
him stopping at my pussy before jacking off, he moved to the foot of the
bed and started massaging and playing with my feet.  What is it with boys
and feet?!!  Sure enough, I felt him slide his cock between my feet,
effectively giving himself a footjob with my unconscious body.  I'd kind of
hoped he would cum on my feet just because I'd never had that happen before
but, he didn't.  He must have gotten close though because he stopped only
to quickly walk over and immediately give me my facial that I also loved. I
love this man's cum!!

   This pretty much brings us current.  I'm his cum slut without him
actually using my holes....  Hmm.

   I'm wondering if I should advance this interaction or just continue as
we are.  I do know for sure though that I want to try sleeping on my
stomach.  I've told you how much I love my ass to be used and I know he's
seen dildos deep in my ass.  I wonder if he'd finger my ass or maybe even
lick it while I sleep.  I might try that soon.

   Thank you so much for listening.  Again, I had to tell SOMEONE and I
know my friends would never understand.  I know they'd see me as some
disgrace of a woman.  But I can't help it.  I just want to debase myself
with him and take his cum anywhere he wants to put it!
   I'll write again..  thank you!