I slipped into the bathroom right after they left, heart still hammering, legs shaky from the adrenaline and the sheer filth of what I'd just done. God, I can't believe I went through with it. My boyfriend's at work until late tonight, clueless as always, and here I am, standing in front of the mirror with the evidence dripping off me like a dirty secret I never want to wash away.

My hair is soaked, strands plastered to my neck and shoulders, heavy with their cum. Thick ropes of it cling to my cheeks, sliding slowly down my jaw and onto my chest. I can feel it everywhere. Warm, sticky, coating my skin in that glossy sheen that catches the light. One of them got me right across the forehead; it's running into my eyebrows and down the bridge of my nose. Another heavy load landed on my lips. I lick them slowly, tasting the salty mix of five different guys. Fuck, it's so wrong... and so fucking hot.

They showed up one by one after I texted the group chat. I told them my place was free, that I needed to be used while my boyfriend was gone. No names, no small talk. Just five hard cocks surrounding me in the living room. I dropped to my knees like the eager little slut I am, sucking them off in turns, jerking two at a time, letting them slap their dicks across my face. The anticipation made me so wet I was practically humping the air.

When they were ready, they stood over me in a circle. I tilted my head back, mouth open, eyes locked on theirs as they stroked themselves. The first one groaned and painted my tongue. The second hit my cheek. Then it was a blur, hot spurts landing on my forehead, across my nose, in my hair, dripping down my tits and soaking through my black tank top. I kept my eyes open the whole time, moaning like a whore as they covered me. One guy even aimed lower, glazing my shoulders and arms. By the end, I was a glazed mess, cum running down my face in thick white streams, pooling at my collarbone and sliding between my breasts.

I touched myself right there on the floor while they watched, fingers circling my clit until I came hard, shaking and whimpering their names (or the ones I made up for them). They left me like this. Used, marked, dripping, and I couldn't stop smiling.

Now I'm staring at myself in the mirror, tracing a finger through the mess on my cheek and sucking it clean. My pussy is still throbbing. I look like such a filthy cumslut, and I love it. My boyfriend will never know how much I craved this. How much I needed five strangers to turn me into their personal cum dump while he was stuck in meetings.

I think I'll send him a sweet text saying I miss him... right after I rub another one out to the memory of their loads all over me.

— Emily Chatham, a sticky yet satisfied slut :)