Chapter 10: Winding Down

Looking around, half the guys seemed to be asleep (or passed out) and the rest of them were barely awake so it seemed things were finally over by default. I got up and staggered a bit as I tried to regain my balance enough to walk back to the bedroom. God, my legs felt like I’d just run a marathon! I could feel some of their cum dripping out of me, leaving wet spots on the hardwood floor like I was marking a trail to the bedroom.

There was a full-length mirror in the bedroom. Oh my god, when I looked at the mirror I barely recognized the girl I saw in it. My hair, as I suspected, was a total wreck and there were large traces of rapidly drying cum all over it making it stick together in clumps. Damn, I knew they had cum a lot but even so, I couldn’t believe how much cum was actually on me. It seemed to cover my entire face and most of my upper body, not to mention what was filling my pussy.

Looking around, I didn’t see a towel so I lifted the bedcover and used it to wipe myself off. A grin came to my face as I imagined Bill trying to explain THAT stain to his wife tomorrow! My face and chest were still brightly flushed and my mouth felt slimy not to mention the distinct aftertaste of cock and cum.

Slowly It began to sink in me as I stood there just what I’d done this evening. Sure I’d fucked more than my fair share of guys in my life but it was usually part of some type of relationship, even if just a physical one. Although I’d fucked a number of guys at several of Beth’s sex parties, in those cases it was different as everyone was there to do it and I wasn’t the only girl.

There was also the slight technicality that nobody had ever paid me to be fucked at any of those parties!

I’ve always taken a sort of perverse pride in having a well-earned reputation for being a slut but after all my internal debates I knew there is only one description for me tonight - whore. Sure my father playfully called me a whore at times but it was just his way of teasing me and I always knew he respected me. Tonight I’d given my body over to a group of horny men who didn’t give a damn about Kelly, the nineteen year-old college student. How would my parents feel if they ever found out that I’d allowed myself to be used like some impersonal sex toy, allowing a dozen men to use my body for their own sexual gratification and lewd pleasure without any concern whatsoever about my well- being or feelings?

For just a brief moment I also felt a sense of guilt as I realized I’d deliberately fucked what seemed to be a very decent man who most likely had never wanted to be with anyone but his soon-to-be wife. Now for the rest of his life he would have to live with what he did with me tonight.

Then on second thought, I didn’t feel so guilty and instead felt a sense of pride in myself. After all, it wasn’t every girl who was sexy enough to convince a guy to cheat on his fiancé less than twenty-four hours before their marriage! Besides, it wasn’t like I’d stuck a gun to his head and demanded he fuck me. Tom was the one who made the final decision and all he had to do was say no and nothing more would have happened. No, it wasn’t MY fault at all he would always have this on his conscience.

With these thoughts going through my head I pulled on my jeans and drew my sweatshirt back over my head. Then I saw a clock on the dresser - 3:30AM! Damn, I’d been out there for hours! I was about to leave when there was a single knock on the door. I opened it and my dear sweet Bill was there. He didn’t say a word but just handed me a sealed envelope. It was pretty thick and from the size and shape I knew instantly what was in it. Well, now I was officially a whore - I’d just been paid for allowing men to fuck me!

“Just something the guys wanted to give you,” he finally said. “Damn, you were incredible this evening Kelly. I know you’re dressed and it’s getting late but could I possibly fuck you again? I’d give anything to do you on our bed! I’ll pay you if that’s what you want.”