Dude, just had a real hot thougt and this is assuming if and when I graduate…just like, completely randomly, one day, a guy who’s at mine and fucking my face asks if I care where he cums, and like a good little tart I say he can can cum whenever he wants, so he tells me to close my eyes, and I do it and open my mouth, assuming he’s going to blow his load on my face, only to hear him get up, go across the room, and come back a minute later, and sit down again. I hear him and I can tell he’s finishing, but I don’t feel anything hit my face. Then, I feel him press something, a paper, covered with jizz, onto my face. He tells me to lick, and I do, eagerly, soaking the paper with spit and cum, he asks if it tastes good, and I make an affirmative noise, my tongue still laving, my eyes still closed. He goes, “It should. You worked really hard for it. I bet you’re really proud of yourself.” And thinking he’s talking about my blowjob skills, I just keep huffing wetly, agreeing without saying anything, loving the leak from between my legs at his backhanded compliments.
Finally, he tells me to open my eyes, and I do, half-lidded, contented, only to feel my stomach drop when I see the paper he was holding. My degree.
Stained with jizz, already beginning to wrinkle from the wetness of my own saliva. The proof of my hard work, four whole years of my life, taken and ruined in 10 min for the shits and giggles of some guy who I was never even going to call again.
Weakly I reprimand him without any actual effect, and he leaves unbothered, because what could I do?i don’t think this is the kind of thing you can sue over, and even if it was, I would have to describe the entire situation to a court of law. No thank you. So what could I do? I let it dry, and I reframed it. You can still see the cum stains.
