Reflecting on Vacation Playtime: Part II: Honeymoon Facial

In yesterday's Beach Plugged, I reminisced about last summer's camping trip with Master and our exposed beach fun. After reading my version of our story, Master reminded me that he had taken some photos of that tryst on the beach. If you ask him nicely, he might be inclined to share some shots with you...

Today I wanted to tell you a story from our honeymoon as I reflect on the delicious and devious creativity of my Master when we're traveling. After our romantic and intimate wedding ceremony, family celebrations, and incredible first night spent as a married couple, we took off for our honeymoon destination in a major European city where we spent time doing what newly married people do in foreign cities: fucking like rabbits with a little tourism peppered in between sessions.

On our last evening when walking hand-in-hand back to our hotel after a wonderful meal and checking out some of the area nightlife, we found ourselves along a poorly lit street. Although it wasn't crowded, there were people who passed by here and there as my husband pulled me in close and kissed me lustfully.

The residences on the street reminded me of the brownstones on the American east coast except that all the entrances to the apartments were located below street level and one would have to walk down a few steps to reach the door. As we stood there, tongues swirling in a foreign city, my Master suddenly yanked me down steps to one of the residences and pushed me down in front of him.

While kneeling on the sub-street-level mezzanine, I was mostly hidden from a casual passer-by's view. However, my Master remained standing, and everything above his upper waist was visible from the street as he removed his hard cock and shoved it inside my open-from-shock mouth. He then proceeded to give me the most forceful and domineering skull fucking I ever received in my life up to that point. His cock chocked me as I had been completely unprepared for it, and spit and slobber began to drool out of my mouth as he repeatedly stabbed my throat and rubbed his dripping dick across my face.

I was truly petrified that any of the multiple people who happened to walk by us would see what a little slut I was, as all they had to do was glance to the side to see for themselves. I was also concerned that the owner of the residence would come home for the evening or might hear the slurping and gagging noises coming from outside their front door. But as usual, the thrill of the moment completely overcame my fear, and I could feel my thong overflowing with wetness for what my Master was doing to me on that street.

I can't say for sure how long he fucked my face practically in the open on that dark, cobblestone street, but I knew my Master was getting close to cumming because I could feel his cock throb even more vigorously in my mouth and he began to groan softly. I waited for him to blast his load over my tongue and anticipated the salty taste when he sharply removed his cock from my mouth and proceeded to shoot stream after stream of cum across my face, hair, and dress.

I was stunned. It wasn't too long before that that Master had given me my first facial, so he had definitely never done it in public before. I crouched there frozen for a moment before I reached to wipe the semen off my face with my wrap. But Master sternly told me not to touch it, so I obeyed.

Like in my camping story when walking back from the beach, I was too humiliated to look to see if anyone noticed the large quantity of cum spewed across my face and carefully-chosen purple honeymoon dress as my Master led me along the walk of shame back to the hotel and through the lobby. I do remember feeling grateful to Master that he waited until late in the evening as there were far less people along the way than we had encountered earlier. But I also very much reveled in my public sluttiness and found myself hurrying back to our room where he proceeded to screw me sideways and add to the Pollock-esque portrait upon my face.

I have to admit, I wished he would do things like this more often, even when we're home...

xoxo, Slut

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