CHAPTER 1
Elizabeth's perfect complexion coloured to a disquieting red hue as she perused her Facebook page, her elbows resting on the café table. There he was -- Raul, her ex-boyfriend, whom she had followed across the country -- on the beach in front of a perfect turquoise sea, with a nubile, bikini-clad girl on either side of him, an arm wrapped around the waist of each.
They had only broken up the previous weekend, after Raul had launched a diatribe about her less than reputable career history. This was after she had followed him all the way to Florida from their Chicago home, Raul having finally secured a modelling gig with a beachwear company. At a business soiree at a beach-house shortly after their arrival, a couple of white-haired executive types had commented on a strange sense of déjà vu upon meeting Elizabeth.
The truth was that Elizabeth had done some modelling of her own in the past -- of the nude variety. Elizabeth was of mixed Asian and English descent, with long, lustrous black hair, a heart-stopping pretty face (with her long-lashed, dark eyes particularly striking), generous D-cup breasts, and slim white legs leading to an ass so perfect that it alone could function as a sculpture artist's muse. Putting her stunning good looks to use in a series of photo shoots in her college years had certainly helped smooth her way to graduation a few years previous. Of course, those photos had found their way onto the internet, where they were still in heavy circulation.
It didn't take long for the fashion executives to cotton on to why Elizabeth seemed so familiar -- no doubt they had shot at least one load over her in the past. Unfortunately, Raul's company was of the family-focused variety, and the new face of the business dating a recognisable porn star was not deemed advantageous to the "company image". Hence, Elizabeth found herself unceremoniously dumped and footing the bill for the apartment they had only moved into a few weeks previous, while Raul found accommodation with his new colleagues.
Raul was certainly not as intelligent as he was nice looking, so even though he had long known of Elizabeth's previous escapades, it was not surprising he had not fully considered the implications of a porn star girlfriend on his long sought after career opportunity. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was no dummy, and should certainly have considered more carefully before accepting Raul's invitation to join him in Florida, given he was notoriously unreliable at the best of times. But the truth was, she could not tolerate the idea of giving him up.
Elizabeth was sex-obsessed, and Raul was the only man she had ever found who was able to satisfy her appetites. This was due to his strikingly handsome appearance, but also his absolutely monster-sized cock, which was about ten inches long. But even more important for Elizabeth was his seemingly bottomless balls. Elizabeth's number one sexual fetish was sperm -- she couldn't get enough of the hot, creamy stuff. And Raul shot by far the biggest loads of any man she had ever encountered.
But now Elizabeth was dumped, and she was mighty annoyed to say the least. Raul had left her saddled with the shittiest apartment she had ever seen -- thank god she had still had her job working remotely as a graphic designed for an online retailer, or otherwise she would be in all sorts of strife. At the moment the Wi-Fi was not even working in her apartment and the managers appeared to be AWOL - hence her presence in this run-down coffee shop around the block from the building. And on top of that, Elizabeth was fucking horny and she didn't have Raul's mega-cock with which to satisfy herself.
There had to be a way to get Raul back. There had to be...
At that moment Elizabeth's furious train of thought was broken by the reedy voice of the young, geeky looking waiter. "Would you like some more coffee, miss?" Elizabeth was wearing a low-cut top that exposed the tops of her generous breasts. Elizabeth watched him, kettle in hand, drink in the sight of her dipping cleavage as he bent in a mock motion to refill her cup of coffee, clearly in an attempt to get a better ogling angle. 'Bet he wishes he was holding his cock instead of that kettle,' she thought.
Then the thought came to Elizabeth of the perfect revenge on Raul -- a photo of her pretty face, pasted with lashings of another man's sperm. One of the reasons Raul and Elizabeth were such a good sexual match was that while she had a fetish for sperm, he had a fetish for facials. A photo of her cum-covered face would likely make him blow his top with jealously as well as blow his load at the same time.
Elizabeth leaned further onto her elbows on the coffee table, causing her boobs to push out of her top even further. She thought the acne-ridden geek serving her was about to break his craning neck.
"What's your name?" asked Elizabeth in a sultry voice.
"M-m-mark..." he managed to stammer out, pointing to his name-tag.
"Mark, this is going to sound a bit forward, and sorry for the lack of small talk. But I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I'm looking for a way to make him jealous. To cut it short, would you like a blowjob?"
A full five seconds passed before the kettle, dropping from Mark's hand, broke upon the floor with a resounding crash. Elizabeth thought the young man's lantern-jaw was going to drop off.