Based on a true story...
Sian was at home, alone. She had been out the night before with her uni friends and was feeling a little worse for wear. It was one of those lingering, long hangovers you only get from a messy night out.
It was late evening now, around 8 p.m. All she had done that day was take a shower around midday, put on her pyjamas - just some plain white pyjama shorts and a tiny black tank top - and lounge around her apartment, mainly just passing the time on her phone while lying on the sofa.
As was often the case with Sian, along with the hangover came a feeling of horniness. She usually got this way - once feeling rough began to clear up, she'd usually start to get turned on and need to relieve herself. This was no different.
She'd started off by scrolling through Reddit porn on her phone - lesbian gifs, initially, which made her wet with arousal pretty quickly, but she moved on to some more intense stuff pretty quickly after. MFM threesomes, gangbangs, freeuse. She had been scrolling this for a while and touching herself, trying to build up an orgasm that would blast all the cobwebs away.
She lay back on the couch, her right hand under her shorts - she had no panties on, so access to her clit was easy. She circled her finger around it, gently, slowly building as she watched the filthy gifs and clips on her phone in her other hand.
She circled faster and faster, with more intensity, gasping, her breathing becoming heavier and quicker, but she just couldn't cum. She couldn't get over the line even watching her favourite clips.
You see, Sian had a very intense kink, something that she could usually cum to without fail. She was obsessed with facials. She loved receiving them herself, and she loved watching other girls have their faces painted with thick, warm cum. Whether it was one load or multiple, she always found satisfaction when she indulged herself in that particular sexual act.
She'd been swiping through the cumsluts subreddit, trying to tip herself over the edge. Still, frustratingly, it wasn't quite doing the job. She had moved on to harder stuff - facial compilations, bukkake videos, girls getting covered in 8, 9 or even 10 loads of cum, but it just would not cut it.
She needed more. She didn't need to watch these girls receive facials; she needed one herself.
She loved the way she felt when a guy came on her face. She always had. Facials made her feel a certain way; slutty, sexy, dirty. She saw them as the ultimate compliment. A guy finds her so hot, so beautiful, that he literally decorates her face with the physical embodiment of his pleasure. What could be a bigger compliment than that?
She had become desperate. She was so worked up, so frustrated that she couldn't cum, lying on her sofa and obsessing about the feeling of a hot load of cum splashing across her face. It was like a dark cloud hanging over her; she yearned for it. Yearned for the release and the warm, sticky white fluid to plaster her face. She needed cum; she needed it badly.
But Sian had a dilemma. If she wanted a facial, she'd have to go and get one. She had no boyfriend, no fuck buddy she could call on to come round and give her what she needed.
It would mean having to go out again when she still felt tired and hungover and put in the effort to make herself look as hot as possible, find a guy, bring him home and fuck him. All to get something she needed so desperately, so soon.
In her desperation, she had a lightbulb moment - Tinder. She could turn to Tinder. Surely, someone on there'd be willing to give her what she so deeply desired.
She opened the app, and all her recent matches from the last time she used it popped up. Guys she'd been chatting with, ignored because they weren't interesting, guys she'd had classes with at uni and had seen at parties she'd been to.
This wouldn't work. She couldn't use her account for what she wanted that night - she'd have to change her bio to attract the type of guy open to giving her what she needed, which would mean people she knew potentially finding out.
She logged out and set up a new account with a separate email address and a fake name, Max.
Setting the age range to twenty-five to forty in order to avoid anyone she might know from uni, she uploaded four of her sexiest, most alluring pictures. Then, she quickly typed out a bio:
"20, single, feeling like doing something wild."
I need a guy to do something really slutty with me, something specific, and then never talk to me or see me ever again.
If you're interested, swipe right."
Sian started swiping. Match after match came in - she'd undeniably picked good pictures. The main one was her wearing a tiny crop top and denim shorts, sitting on the grass in a park. Her luscious red hair draped down over her shoulders, her perky nipples just poking through the fabric of the top, uninhibited as she had no bra underneath. She had a slight smile on her perfect, shapely lips and her blue eyes staring directly at the camera.
The first few matches were typical Tinder fare - lousy chat-up lines and conversation attempts. Some of them might have turned into something more on an ordinary occasion, but Sian needed this to be quick. She needed a facial, and she needed it now.
At last, some promise. She'd matched with a guy called Tom - a thirty-seven-year-old man whose bio read:
"Just looking for short-term or one-off experiences, no strings attached. I don't have time for a relationship right now; I'm just looking for fun. Happy to go with the flow; very easygoing. Let's chat :)"
He was cute, with a short beard and medium-length swept-back hair. Sian got a lot of DILF vibes from him, so she sent him a message.
"Hey, thanks for swiping. ;) Did you read my bio?" she asked, patiently waiting for a reply.
"Hey Max, yeah... Gotta say I'm intrigued. What is it that you're after?" Tom replied.
"Oh, and just FYI, I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen here!"
"Okay, but before I tell you, no judgment, right?" Sian confirmed. "This is a huge thing for me, and if you're not into it, just tell me, and we'll leave it there. I need it to happen exactly the way I describe it..." Sian replied, getting serious with him and laying out her expectations right from the start.
"Sure, go ahead..." Tom replied.
Sian tapped away at her phone, trying to word her desires in the most appealing, least desperate way. The best she could come up with was this;
"I need a guy to come to my place, masturbate onto my face, and leave. That's it. No blowjob, no small talk. Just come to the address I provide, message me when he's outside, come up to my flat, unzip his pants and wank off until he cums on my face and then leave and closes the door behind him.
I know it sounds crazy and really specific, but I have a massive facial kink, and I've been yearning after one all afternoon, and I just need it.
Can you do that for me, Tom?"
There was a pause that felt like an eternity. Tinder showed that he was typing, and then he stopped, and then he started again, and then stopped again.
Eventually, a message came through;
"Sure"
Then another;
"If you are deadly serious about this and can prove that I am not totally wasting my time and that you're real, I will come and do that for you. It's not every day you get an offer like that."
Sian grabbed a piece of paper and wrote her fake name, Max, and the date on it before taking a selfie with it and sending it to him.
"Is that enough proof?" she asked, then waited patiently for a reply.
"Yeah, that'll do it. Where am I going? It says I'm only six miles away from you, so I could be there within the hour."
Sian gave Tom her address. She knew this was risky - he could be a weirdo, after all, but she was desperate, and he said he was willing to give her exactly what she needed. She sent her address, and then she sat on her and waited, her heart pounding, incredibly aroused, periodically masturbating until, eventually, her phone pinged.