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This happened at the end of May, when I went to visit my girlfriend Ute, who is studying at the Institute of Technology at Aalborg. For weeks, we'd been sending each other skype messages with all the depraved sex acts that we planned to do to. Early on, I dropped this bomb on her in a "e-sex" session:
Me: i'm going to make you do a cum walk.
Her: what the heck is that?
Her: nm. googled it. um, ok, not sure about that
Me: non-negotiable. you're going to do it
Her: we'll see
She wasn't down with the idea at first, but I kept at it. Eventually "we'll see" turned into conversations about "how? and where?" I knew that if she got too comfortable with it, most of the effect would be lost. This wasn't supposed to BE about comfortable. This was supposed to be about pushing so far past the boundaries of comfortable that it wasn't even a concept anymore.
When I got there, I was amazed at how great she looked. She had left the US weighing about lbs- that's hot as hell pounds. I almost didn't recognize her when I saw her. She was down to about . Between the hectic pace of school and walking to/from classes, she'd turned from pleasantly rounded to super tight. She looked like a cross country runner. I have to admit that I missed the old c-cups, but her tits were so perky now that it more than made up for it.
I'm not going to bore you with the three days and nights of non-stop reunion sex. As planned, we tried (and both enjoyed) anal a half dozen times or so, along with blowjobs, pussy eating, and tons of good old-fashioned fucking. On Thursday night, after a particularly wonderful bj, I looked down to enjoy watching her licking up leftover bits of cum and said "no more sex tonight. Tomorrow morning you're going on a cum walk, and I want your face completely glazed over."
She froze. "I thought you were kidding about that," she said, nervously.
"Nope. But since this is your first one- of this week I mean- we'll do it in the early morning so there aren't as many people around."
She hugged herself and shuddered. "This is Copenhagen. There are ALWAYS people around."
"True, but not as many," I said...
...The next morning, I woke her up at AM. "Ready?" I asked her.
She laughed nervously. "OK," she said. "But if you get me arrested, my parents are going to kill you."
I pushed her head down and growled "deepthroat me, and make sure you do a LOT of ball sucking. It always makes me have a big load."
And so began one of the best blowjobs she's ever given me. Between her anxiety and my anticipation at what would happen afterward, we were both on a peak of arousal. I flipped her over and pulled her head off the bed, fucking her throat like it was a pussy while flicking my fingers across her clit. It felt so good, I almost forgot my plans for my cum load. It was like there was a little devil on one shoulder saying "c'mon- you KNOW you want to shoot that huge load right down her throat. Bury that cock to the hilt and start splooging!" and a little angel in white robes on the other shoulder saying "tut tut! you should always follow through on your promises! Pull out and splooge all over her face! It's the polite thing to do!"
The angel won. Just as I was about to yield to temptation, I yanked my cock out of her throat, pulled her off the bed, held her face up, and jacked off what seemed to be a full pint of thick white semen right onto her face. Some of it got into her long dark hair, forming two white jelly streaks. Other bits dangled off her nose and chin like wriggly icicles. And the rest of it was basically just smeared all around, coating practically every inch of her face.
She was doing fine for a while. I carefully pulled a white "wife beater" t-shirt over her head. It was thin, barely concealing her tiny nipples. Their areolas stood out like little Fifty Øre coins. The weather was chilly that day, so she'd be able to cut glass with those nipples.
Getting out the door was the first challenge. She simply could not bring herself to step across the threshold. I had to make her close her eyes and hold my hand. When the latch clicked shut behind her, she leaped half a meter in the air. She ran back to her apartment and tugged at the door.
"Looking for something?" I asked, dangling the keys high in the air as she tried to grab them. "Hey- no jumping!" I said. "It's making the cum drip!"
I let her skip the elevator and take the less-traveled stairs. That's where we ran into our first "witness." Unfortunately, it was an old fat German who made pathetic passes at ALL the young Danish girls. He stopped on the landing and stared apologetically, his gaze switching rapidly between her cum-glazed face and the nipples protruding from her shirt. When we passed, he stayed right where he was, fixated by her ass in the blue boy-shorts I had made her wear.
Downstairs finally, we left the building and began the two-block walk to the bus stop. The streets were relatively empty. Most people were saw were either shop keepers on their way to open or businessmen hurrying to work. At the bus stop, though, things became a little awkward. Since we couldn't simply walk past, she had to deal with the stares of six or seven men who DEFINITELY knew what it was that was dripping off her chin.
"Shoulders back," I commanded her in English. "Don't try to hide your tits by hunching over." She gave me a desperate look, but complied, thrusting her chest up and standing in an erect posture.
When the bus came, I made her sit in the frontmost seat. She would later tell me that it was the longest bus ride of her life. "The worst part," she added, "was that I recognized someone from Uni, and I'm pretty sure he knew it was me too."
Seventeen stops later. Seventeen times for people to board, look at her cum-glazed face, and then look away to whisper nervously to the persons they boarded with. Seventeen times for her to blush vividly, her chest, neck and face blooming vermilion as her pulse pounded in her ears. She sat there, quietly, cum slowly drying on her face, shoulders back, perky breasts thrusts out, nipples standing at attention.
We got off the bus. "Tivoli," I said. "One circuit around the park, and you're done. Ready?"
She nodded. The park was already filling up with tourists. As we passed groups and couples, I could hear their . "Is that cum on her face?" "Look at her!" "I can't believe that- it has to be a porno or something!" I made her keep walking naturally, as if she had foundation and powder on her face and not a huge load of cum. At one point, a group of rude Japanese tourists came over and tried to get pictures with her. I shooed them off, but not before one laughed and called her "whore" to her face.
Finally, our walk was nearly over. "Just a picture," I told her, nodding toward the rocky shore. "With her."
We waited until the coast was clear. It took a long time- that part of the park is ALWAYS busy. After about half an hour of standing there with cum dripping off her face, our opportunity arrived. Quickly scampering over the rocks, she stood next to the statue of The Little Mermaid, and I took her picture.
Along the slow walk back to the bus stop that would take us home, she wiped my cum off her face a little bit at a time, eating each drop while I watched. A little brass water fountain provided the means to get the rest of it off. But she forgot about her hair so I had the pleasure of seeing the two thick streaks of cum sway back and forth as the bus slowly drove us home.
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