The Rumors Are True
After a pretty wild party Friday night, I got an angry phone call from the boyfriend. With my head still spinning and my hangover taking over, I heard him saying something about rumors and me acting like a whore at his friend’s house. They had taken pictures of me in some compromising positions and we had to talk…
I knew what he wanted to talk about. I still had cum in my hair from the gang bang with his hot friends only a few hours prior. My infatuation with him had long since been out of the window, so I was slightly surprised to hear such anger and passion in his voice. He was so boring in bed and I needed something in my life to spice things up. He couldn’t really be this shocked I had cheated on him. Should really consider himself lucky I hadn’t dumped him a long time ago.
With his bitter muttering in my ear, I was having flash backs from the night. His friends were muscular, confident, and hung like fucking horses. I remembered sitting on the floor with them standing around me forming a circle. They used my face, fucking it so hard until my mascara ran down my cheeks. I could taste their cum in my mouth and I felt myself getting turned on with each dirty detail my pathetic boyfriend spewed. I liked being treated that way.
Wanted to be used up like a fucking cum slut whore!
There wasn’t much I could really say. He had the pictures and he heard the rumors. All I could say was that the rumors were true and I had to go. As I laid in bed waiting for him to come banging on my door, I couldn’t help but slide my hands down to my pussy and relive the wild night. Being a cum slut was so fucking HOT!