Page 47 of Shameful Addictions

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. The words, strangled as they were by the moans and gasps crowding her throat, made little sound.

But Mamba must have understood. He bowed over her, his big body tensing. He rubbed himself harder, faster, and then grunted. His cock jumped in his hand, pulsating, his stomach muscles sucking in tight. A jet of his cum, pearly-white, shot through the air. It looked like a bolt of lightning, a jagged shape streaking through space. His semen splashed on her face. More of it fell to her breasts, painting her skin.

Charlotte jumped, startled, and gasped. In her fright, all her muscles clenched up at once. The shock of the tension traveled straight to her core, and the heat which had been growing inside her suddenly burst out, overtaking her with a white glow. Her orgasm flew through her and she tossed her head back, yelping out. Her mind was erased, leaving nothing behind except the barest and most vital of senses. She smelled sex and sweat and something faint, almost sharp–his semen. She felt his breath blowing on her head, her heart beating, pulse pounding in her ears.

His cum covering her breasts was wet and slick, hot, but cooling on her skin. The feel of it somehow seemed right, erotic in its own way. Charlotte didn’t dislike it.

It was her almost favorable opinion of the feeling of semen on her face that brought her around, stirring her from her orgasmic fugue. Charlotte lifted her head and saw Mamba still over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the camera lights. His face was flushed, his eyes hooded.

He seemed satisfied, almost elated.

She had never seen such an expression on his face before, not even when that girl under his desk had been sucking him off. Pride swelled her chest.

Mamba pushed away from the couch and put his cock back in his pants.

Charlotte lifted her hand to wipe off his cum from her face.

Quick as a viper, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand back down. “No. You will leave it there.”

She blinked. “For the video?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

He grinned and released her hand. “You’re learning not to argue. Good. Very good.”

What could she say? She had learned, yes, and she had gotten a mindblowing orgasm out of obeying him. It almost seemed like an acceptable trade, if she was honest with herself.

Mamba turned and put his back to her. He folded his hands behind his back and crossed the room to the cameras. “You must never cum before me, or any man. Your job is to give, not to get. You should gain your pleasure from the act of giving. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Charlotte said. “Yes, sir.”

I don’t really see myself repeating this, but if that’s what he wants…

It was a job. She had to do her job. If Mamba wanted her to do something, she would do it. She would hold back her orgasm and never even mention it until he was done with her.

Mamba positioned himself behind the recording equipment, reduced to a dark shimmer amongst the studio lights. “Your first video will be released in a few days. Unlike the arrangement you had before, we’re recording these ahead of time.”

She nodded. Incentive, to keep her here, to keep her working for him, since she didn’t yet know how her first video had done, if it wasn’t even out yet. And it did make sense to film ahead of time. Damian had preferred her to shoot and post in the same day, to make the process seem more natural and realistic, but sometimes she’d struggled with it.

Well, now she didn’t have to edit her own videos at all. She could focus all her attention upon the filming, which was good, since she didn’t think she’d be able to bear watching herself like this.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can begin,” Mamba said.

Charlotte focused on the central camera and forced a smile. In the after-sex haze, a smile was easy to conjure. Some of Mamba’s semen dripped from her face and splattered onto her coated breasts.

She went through her usual introduction and then dove into the episode.

“Today is a video specifically for the girls,” Charlotte announced, putting all her feelings into it. She was discovering that it didn’t matter what her feelings were. They all translated well into a sort of manic energy that Mamba liked. “But the boys can watch it too, so they know what to expect from the girls in their lives.”

“Yesterday, in my video on How to Enjoy Degrading Sex, I discussed all the ways you can get into that kind of sex and learn to love it like I do! Today, we’re going to talk about how you can get boys to notice you so you can show them all that you have to offer. This is a Part Two, because I’m going to be correcting a lot of silly and boring things I told you in the past. I’ve learned, so you will too!”

“If you want to get noticed by a boy, you should flirt as much as you can, even with boys you don’t like at all. See this?” Charlotte gestured to the semen on her face. “This is from a very hot man who noticed me after I did a lot of things to get his attention. If you want to have a hot guy cum all over you, you have to put yourself out there. Everyone will notice and eventually, so will the guy you like!”

Had Mamba also had this second script written out beforehand? Had he always intended to masturbate in her face?

“It really helps if you never, ever disagree with any boy. You want to please the boys, so you should do everything they want. Help them out. Tell them the dirtiest things you can imagine them doing to you. Boys love that. You’ll instantly be surrounded by so many boys you’ll hardly be able to have sex with all of them.”

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