Once a Slut Always a Slut

Paul continued to pump away for a minute or so when Spencer let out an enormous grunt and I felt jets of jizz spurting over my lips, nose and chin. Two spurts hit my left eye and I was temporarily blinded. My own prick gave a spurt and soaked the inside of the knickers – this was too much for Paul who also let go and I thought I felt some warmth in my arsehole and then squirts of semen hit the area just below my man pussy.

Paul pushed me off him and grabbed the camera taking several shots of my semen covered face and tongue. Spencer had come in what seemed like a pint as it slid down my face, bubbled out of my mouth and dripped off my chin.

Paul got Spencer and McLean to pull my legs back over my head and, as he took a photo of my little rosebud I farted out his and McLean’s cum. I felt the liquid run down the crack of my bum – there seemed to be gallons of the stuff! It ran down the top of my leg and soaked into the stockings and dripped down between my legs.

We all lay there – me whimpering slightly. After about two minutes or so Spencer released me from his belt handcuffs and made me stand up then kneel where the spunk and poo had dribbled on to the sofa.

“Lick it clean Charlotte or I’ll tell my dad whose arse it came out of!” Paul said breathlessly.

I did as I was told – actually when I had finished apart from a damp patch it was all cleaned away.

“Right you whore you’ve had your lunch - go and make us a sandwich and get us a beer for ours – NOW!” This was Spencer of course.

“Yes sir” I whimpered and sidled out to the kitchen to do as I was told – because that’s what us girls do isn’t it?