The Team's Slut Chapter 7: Cumdump

Everyone in this story is 18+

My jaw ached.

My lips were swollen, slick with spit and cum. My face was flushed, chest streaked in white, waistband sagging under the weight of tips and humiliation.

And they still weren’t done.

Three guys stood around me now — stroking. Grinning. Hard.

Milo had just finished in my mouth. Chase had shot on my chest. And I was still rock hard, leaking through my boxers, gasping, dizzy from it all.

Someone snapped their fingers.

“On all fours. Present the gift.” *Laughter.

I didn’t even know who said it. Everything was a blur. But my body moved before I thought.

I got down. On hands and knees. Right there on the carpet of the Airbnb.

Their best man. Their party favor. Their cum dump.

Someone yanked my shorts down.

I heard someone whistle.

“Damn, best man still got ass.”

Then I felt it — warm hands spreading me open. Fingers teasing. A thumb grazing my hole.

I gasped.

And then something thicker pressed against me.

My head jerked up. “Wait—”

“Just the tip,” he lied.

One push — and I opened for him.

I moaned. Loud. Shameful.

Someone behind me said, “Shit, he’s gripping.”

The guy fucking me — I think it was Jordan — started slow. Then fast. Then hard.

Balls slapped against me. Grunts filled the room. My arms shook as he railed me in front of everyone, no condom, no mercy.

And the rest? They gathered around. Jacking and watching.

One stepped up and fed me his cock. Another shoved his between my thighs. I was surrounded. Used. Filled.

“Take it.” “You owe us.” “You forgot the stripper—so be the cum dump.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

I was drooling. Gagging. Moaning with every thrust. I stroked myself desperately, begging to cum, it was incredible.

Then Jordan groaned. “Shit—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

And he emptied inside me.

Warmth spread through me as he buried deep. I cried out — and came. Hard. All over the floor, the carpet, my own chest.

Another guy took his place. Then another.

One in my mouth. One between my legs. One inside.

Cum on my face. In my ass. Down my throat.

Until I was nothing but a sweaty, wrecked mess — covered in it. Used and ruined, just like senior year, yet again.

Finally, Chase stood up again.

He stepped in front of me.

Tipped my chin up. “Guess we’re even,” he said.
Then he smiled.

“Unless we do this again tomorrow.”