At the other end, I was being slowly fucked and I started to get the rhytmn, pushing back in unison, fucking back, not just being fucked. Within minutes, my deflowerer grunted and stiffened and what seemed like a gallon of hot cum splashed into my ass and started to seep out. As he pulled out with a plop, my original “beau” got behind me. He shuffled close, his belt scr****g on the floor , and started to caress my booted legs
“I love a slut in boots” he whispered, then , taking hold of my boot heels like handles, he pushed his cock into me and started to ride me. By this time, I was really into it and between cocks I was sniffing poppers like an old queen.
Over the next 40 minutes, I was fucked by all five guys and must have took 4 or five loads down my face.
One by one they drifted off until only the first guy was left. I was sat on the hard, cold, piss and cum stained floor, my stockings soaking, my boots and face streaked with more jizz.
“did you like that”
“yes, I did, I love being a slut”
I will be in touch, I have your number. With that he threw my clothes at me and left.
I quickly changed, scr****g the worse of the spunk off. My outfit was unsalvageable so I left in a heap on the floor and got myself home.
That night, as I nodded off to sl**p having wanked for about the 10th time, my phone beeped.
It was a message from him….
REPORT TO MY HOUSE, TOMORROW AFTER COLLEGE, DO NOT BE LATE. MAKE SURE YOU ARE TOTALLY SHAVED.
I drifted off to sl**p with a smile on my face.
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