Mandy Ch. 03

"You've made a terrible mess. I'm tired of cleaning up after you. Now you're going to do some cleaning."

I was trying to listen to her, trying to comprehend what she was saying, but her cum covered tits were swaying dangerously close to my face. Cleaning? My mess? I suppose my load covering her chest was something of a mess but what could she mean by cleaning?

"Come on now. Stick that tongue out and get to work."

I tried to put together what she wanted, and then it hit me. She had hit me a few times before. I don't mean physically, though her spankings were no joke, I mean mentally. There were times when I tried to understand what she wanted or what she was demanding, and then suddenly I would have my answer.

And I had just been hit again. I had cum all over her beautiful breasts, and now she was expecting me to get them clean again. And she wasn't expecting me to get a towel or washcloth. Mandy was expecting me to lick my cum off her tits!

Why, why, why, why, why! It was the most amazing sensation to have her tits touching my dick. It was a treat she offered all on her own. Why now must she ruin the bliss of that special moment by making such a disgusting demand of me?

I had never tasted my own cum before. Why would I? But as her glazed tits swung before my face I knew she expected me to do it now. And whether or not she had planned for my resistance her hands were pinning my arms.

It's not like I could really put up a fight. If I had, Mandy would surely overpower me. But it made it clear how useless any attempts would be. She wasn't going to let me up. I wasn't going anywhere; at least not until I had done my job.

"If you don't get that tongue out in the next two seconds you're going to piss me off."

And that was the moment I first tasted my own cum. My tongue reached out to her tit and I pulled a glob into my mouth. I'm sure I made a face. I couldn't help it. This was disgusting.

Sure I had licked her wet pussy many times, but that was different. This was thick. It was hard describe and why would I even want to. Maybe it was something like runny pudding. Does that sound disgusting? Well so is eating your own cum.

"Please Mandy?"

"You're going to clean it all, do you understand me? Every drop. Now get to work."

I knew it was pointless to reason with her, but I just couldn't continue without trying to find a way out. Now it was certain. Her tone, her position, it was clear I wasn't going to be able to avoid this.

So once again my tongue trailed along her soft, now slippery skin, as I collected more of my cum on my tongue. This wasn't going to be easy. And while I wanted it to be over and done with, I couldn't bring myself to gobble up my seed any quicker.

Mandy let me lick for a short time, no doubt enjoying my suffering. But she must have decided I was going too slow. Maybe she was tired and wanted me to be finished. I don't know.

"What's the matter? Not enjoying yourself? Let's see how you enjoy this."

And without warning she dropped her tits down on my face, once again wedging me between her cleavage. This was exciting before, even with the prospect of needing air, but now my face had been thrust into a chasm of my own cum and it was now smeared over much of my face.

That wasn't quite enough. Mandy did some squeezing and rubbing up and down my features before she lifted off. I hadn't had trouble breathing, but I could now feel my own cum on my face. And there was still plenty more clinging to those threatening breasts above me.

"Clean it up!"

I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. But I also recognized the moment. If I didn't comply with her wishes very soon I could expect something like a knee in my balls. Or maybe just to be smothered in her cum covered tits. I had no choice. I was going to have to lick the cum from her tits, and I couldn't waste any more time.

So again I put out my tongue. I licked and licked and licked. I tried to focus on her tits and to thoughts of kissing and licking them, of sucking on her nipples and not of the clean up duty I was performing. But my true role was inescapable. I was licking my own cum from Mandy's tits and I wouldn't be allowed up until I was finished.

Even working diligently, it wasn't over soon. I became aware that I was spending more time licking up my cum than I had spent with my dick touching her tits. And though I couldn't blame myself for my hesitation, I did wish I had worked faster and avoided having my cum smeared across my face.

And that some of my cum was on my face wasn't lost on Mandy. As I began to make progress clearing her tits of trace evidence, she used her tits to wipe at my cheek, cleaning my face while offering me more cum to clean with my tongue.

In the end I don't know how much time I spent licking up my cum, but I do know that it was too much. Mandy was thorough in wiping my face with her tits, but I felt that some of my cum must have seeped through my skin before she was finished. And I didn't want to think about the volume I had swallowed.

It wasn't right away, but thankfully after I had done my job and she made a few more comments, I was allowed to go to the bathroom and wash up. I scrubbed my face over and over but I knew I couldn't scrub away the past. I also had some water and was never more grateful to have mouthwash, but the stinging on my tongue and gums still couldn't change what had happened. I had licked and swallowed my own cum.

The titjob was all I expected it to be and I couldn't deny it was amazing. Right up to the point where I had to pay the price. It was a high cost and I feared Mandy may have just ruined titjobs for me.