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Carrie held Cutter's erection firmly in her slender right hand and looked at it admiringly. It was already wet with her juice and still quite firm after more than an hour of very athletic intermittent penetration. It was almost eight inches long, so bone hard that it curved backwards towards his belly. Most importantly to her it was impressively thick, making her aware of it every second it glowed inside her small, tight tunnel, stretching her inner labia so far apart that she was worried it might induce a certain amount of pain and discomfort. After all her thumb and index could not effectively encircle its girth and its tip looked like more than a generous mouthful to her. In the end it had not hurt and Joe's gentle, expert thrusting had quickly brought her to a climax, then held her at a steady peak for sometime.
"Don't you ever cum?" she panted flopping back against the leather sofa. Her pussy was still buzzing from the last climax and she could feel her own generous juice sliding between her outer lips and on to her anal bud.
"Yes," he laughed, "But I like to see it."
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"Well I suppose you could call it a fetish. I get a real thrill from seeing my semen gushing out over women's breasts, creaming on to their backsides, shooting it on to their wide open pussy and even dribbling it down their faces."
"Facials and cream pie then?"
Cutter nodded.
"I'm only telling you this because you're my therapist," he added with mock seriousness.
Carrie laughed.
"I'll have to give that up now you've fucked me."
Cutter shook his head regretfully as Carrie slid down the sofa and rolled on to his thighs so her head was level with his still rigid member.
"Lets see if I can affect a cure," she giggled.
She licked her lips whilst she carefully considered what to do next. She could feel Joe's expectant eyes on her, looking along the length of his reclined body and over his well-defined chest and firm stomach. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, then opened her mouth enough for him to see the tops of sharp white teeth. Her tongue flickered out momentarily teasing his bulbous tip. Then it appeared again licking along his shaft and exploring the cleft at its crown. Opening her mouth wider she allowed her teeth to gently scrape over the sensitive flesh until it was fully contained within her mouth. Cutter watched her slender jaw trying hard to cope with his tool and he was astonished as her head moved forward consuming another three inches of his shaft, her lips bumping over his peeled back foreskin as she did so. He had to try hard not to blow his load in to her throat immediately as he was desperate to shoot his copious wad in a more controlled fashion. Perhaps on to her nose or cheeks in order to watch it drip down her face, and then slide off the end of her delicate, porcelain chin
Carrie continued to force her head down over the unrelenting length of meat; fearful she would choke or gag. She slurped instead, treating her captive portion like hard candy, relishing the flavour of her own pussy mingled with the salty pre-cum that seeped on to her tongue. Cutter gripped the sheet as she drew her head back, scraping and sucking until her jaw ached.
"I can't suck any more," she purred, rubbing his loaded cock against her cheeks and along the bridge of her nose.
"No need to" groaned Cutter gripping her long red hair in one fist and his own tool in the other. "Close your eyes. Here it comes."
A tidal wave of cum hit Carrie on the forehead with surprising force making her squeal with surprise. Another wad hit her on the nose, the drops landing with a splat. Then she felt a scattering of liquid splash on to her right cheek just below her eye, then another landing just short and wetting the soft pale skin of her neck. Cutter gave his cock a few hard tugs to empty every last drop, managing to decorate Carrie's top lip with a few sticky white beads.
"Now that's a work of art," grinned Cutter catching his breath.
"Pass me a tissue, I feel like I'm drowning."
"Just give me a minute," he said watching his jism slide slowly down his therapists face. The large slippery drops moved slowly down her features leaving silver trails.
He handed her a box of tissues from the top of her filing cabinet and watched as she carefully opened her eyes, then dabbed away the slops with a handful of tissues.
"It felt strange at first," said Carrie, "I've never taken it in the face before. But after the fist few shots it really turned me on."
"I'm glad. But I'm going to miss you in your professional capacity. I felt we were making progress with my relationship issues. I just can't stay faithful to one woman but I felt that you were helping me to see things more clearly."