Chapter 2: Chapter 2
For the next few days, things were akward. But a week later, Olivia was in her room, still thinking about the cumtribute.
She could still see her brother Ethan’s cock, glistening and purple, spurting his cum onto Anya Taylor-Joy’s face. The memory sent a shiver down her spine and made her pussy tingle. She was trying to forget about it, but the images kept coming back to her. She was so confused and turned on.
She decided to do some research, typing in the words ‘cumtribute’ on her laptop. She found lots of videos and forums dedicated to this fetish. She watched a few videos, her heart pounding in her chest.
She saw men of all ages and sizes, some with wives or girlfriends who were actively involved, others who were obviously alone. She saw men jerk off onto photographs, onto screensavers, onto anything they could think of. She saw them use their own cum as lube, she saw them use it to mark their territory, she saw them use it to express their deepest, darkest desires. And she found it all incredibly fucking hot.
Her hand slipped between her legs, past the waistband of her pajama pants, pressing against the dampness of her panties. She was already wet, already turned on. She couldnt bare it anymore, wanting to see Anya defiled.
She typed "Anya cumtribute" into the search bar, her heart hammering in her chest, her pussy already slick with anticipation. Only few videos turned up, and none very interesting
. She wanted something raw, something taboo, something that would make her fucking squirt. Against her better judgement, she decided to ask Ethan for a cumtribute of Anya. She could'nt ask directly, she was too ashamed. She searched the hottest picture of Anya she could find, and slipped it under Ethan's door, at night. everyne us oiver 18
The next morning Ethan found the picture with a note that said "please" with her handwriting. He read the note, and stared at the picture for a moment, his heart pounding. He knew his sister was asking for something forbidden, and it made his cock harden in his pants. He quickly went to his room, his cock throbbing with desire and shame.
He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, his breathing heavy as he took in the picture. Anya's face was so beautiful, her eyes so captivating. He could imagine her looking at him, her soft lips parted in a gasp.
Fuck, he was so hard already. He unbuttoned his jeans, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate for release. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. It jutted out, angry and thick, already slick with precum. He wrapped his fist around the base, a groan torn from his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard.
Ethan stared at the picture, imagining it was Olivia’s face, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. He stroked himself slowly, the pleasure building like a slow burn.
His fist moved in long, languid strokes, his eyes locked on Anya’s face. He could almost hear her, her breathy gasps, her whispered pleas. He gripped tighter, stroking faster, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, yeah, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "You like that, don't you? You like seeing me jerk off for you?" His free hand reached out, tracing Anya's cheek, her parted lips, the curve of her jaw. He could feel his climax building, his balls drawing up tight.
He imagined Olivia's face, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. His hand moved faster, a blur of flesh against flesh. The sound of his hand sliding against his cock filled the room, wet and obscene. "Fuck yeah, Olivia," he moaned, his voice desperate. "You want it, don't you? You want to see me come all over this pretty little face."
His cock twitched in his hand, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. He could feel the familiar tingle in his spine, the tightening in his balls. He was close. So fucking close. He threw his head back against the door, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Fuck, Olivia," he gasped, his fingers tightening around his shaft, "you want this fucking load, don't you? Huh? You want to see me fucking paint that pretty face?" His cock throbbed in his hand, precum dripping from the tip, coating his fingers. He could feel the orgasm building, a hot, urgent pressure in his balls, a fire racing up his spine. "Fuck... yeah... gonna... fuckin'... cover you, baby..." He came
with a groan, his body shuddering as hot, thick ropes of cum splattered across Anya's face. The first one caught her right cheek, the second hit her hard between the eyes, and the third and fourth coated her lips and chin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, his hand still fisting his spent cock, the last dribbles of cum landing on her neck. "Fuck, Olivia, I made such a fucking mess of her." He looked at the picture, his heart still hammering in his chest.
He had just come all over his sister's favorite actress's face, all because she had asked him to. He felt a mix of shame and excitement as he stared at the picture. He couldn't believe he had just done that. He had recorded the whole thing