Life as a good little girl/Run to the bathroom and clean off the cum
From Create Your Own Story
"Thanks for cumming all over me," you says sarcastically. "I just love it when guys do that."
"Damn, really?" he asks, almost like he actually believes you.
"Well duh. I mean, how do you think I get my spending money? You're like the dozenth guy this weekend," you say with a huff. "Seriously, anytime you want me to drain your balls come see me. Mouth, cunt, ass, they're all aching for ya," you say with your best Tiffany smile. The idiot hams it up by widening his eyes and dropping his jaw. It's all you can do to not roll your eyes.
For a moment you look down at the phone he clutches next to his dick, the display still pointing away from you, but the gobs of semen covering one eye remind you that you're filthy.
"I'll be right back for that," you point at the phone, and dash out the room and into the bathroom. At first you mean to just wash your face, but staring at your reflection in the mirror you're astonished to see just how much cum he managed to squirt on you.
"Damn, I look like one of those girls from the pornos. And it was just one guy!" you marvel aloud, and turn on the shower. With all this cum on you, and especially in your hair, you're going to need to do a quick shower to get clean again.
Since the shower takes awhile to heat up you continue staring at yourself in the mirror. You've seen pictures of girls getting facials, and Tiffany thinks you've taken tanker truck's full of sperm in the face. But to see it there splattered across your own face, just like the slutty whore Tiffany thinks you are is humiliating. Disgusting. You gulp, and tear your fingers away from your nipples.
The damned traitors are entirely too happy with the way the day's gone so far, and send a zing of pleasure through you each time you pass your hands over them.
With the attention they've received today you decide to scrub them really well once you're in the shower. To make sure they're clean, of course.. And your pussy too. You never know, Mark might have had a few shots reach down there, so you'd better make sure to vigorously rub the area with soap. Even though you're still staring at your cum-covered face in the mirror your hands roam over your body like they're rehearsing for the shower, your fingers rubbing up and down the length of your soaked pussy while you lean against the wall opposite the mirror.
Thinking about what just happened, and what happened at the mall, you feel strange. Utterly humiliated and yet so alive. It's a lot like you felt when you were watching those porn movies so you could tell Tiffany your fake escapades. But why would you feel that way about showing your naked body to strangers? About being humiliated and having people assume you were a slut. No, a whore. A dirty filthy whore.
You shiver, moaning as your body's sensitivity seems to spike, one finger deep within your sex, another ready to force its way in alongside.
Tiffany's image flashes through your mind, and your fingers pull hard on your nipples and dig deeper against your pussy, a second finger grinding harder and harder, making your breath ragged. Mark's dick pop's into your mind next, and you remember how it felt, how thick and warm. The splash of cum against your face and body. You imagine what would have happened if you had leaned forward to take it in your mouth.
"Stephi the slut. Stephi the skank. Stephi the whore," you gasp out, trying on the names, each one intensifying the feelings that have your legs quivering. "Stephi... the h-hook... ahh..."
Your legs go weak and your body trembles, and you nearly collapse to the floor from the surge of sensations, but just as you feel that you're approaching the bliss you feel when you dream about yourself starring in those raunchy porn videos...
Life as a good little girl/Rob, the middle brother, walks into the bathroom
Life as a good little girl/Danny bangs on the door wanting to use the shower
Life as a good little girl/You scream out in orgasm loud enough for the entire house to come running
