The sun was out, almost mockingly biting in its heat, melting away the little dignity left in the many souls that joined me in ambling back to our homes.
Hair meticulously coiffed, straightened and poofed the night before now tangled and wild. Faces that resembled glitzy celebrities after a dozen shots under the dim lights of the party now looking more like their leaked mugshots after being pulled over for a DUI.
The faces that joined today’s walk of shame were many, some familiar, plenty new — the aftermath of a massive post-finals party. Music so loud you merely nodded after a girl repeated herself for a third time. Floorboards quivering with bass. Guys wearing shirts two sizes two small. Girls exposing a diverse medley of necklines. Kissing with varied degrees of Frenchness. The inevitable multicoloured torrents gushing from mouths at the end of the night.
I had a strategic place off campus, close enough that classes were minutes away, yet far enough that life wouldn’t be judged by the eyes of campus security the next morning. The girl I had hooked up with however had insisted on going back to her place, a dormitory on campus.
*Danielle?*
My synapses sputter to fire up like an old jalopy with the key turning over and over. *Danika*, my brain finally grumbled to life. Yes, *Danika with a k* — a fiesty red-head that pulled me by the collar and grinded with me on the dancefloor, and then her bedroom, crashing in a naked heap with our bodies intertwined till the sun came up while she screamed my name. The perfect hook-up, that is until she kicked me out at 9am.
“Brunch with my dad,” she hastily explained rolling her naked body over me and scampering to the bathroom.
*I hope I wasn’t that bad* I think as my house comes into view.
Gripping the doorknob, my gaze turns back at the motley horde of zombies one final time, thanking the gods my house was one of the first in the row that stretched for miles, only for karma to instantly bite me in the ass.
“Fuck,” I say patting my pockets. “Its gotta be here,” I empty them only finding lint, my keys no where in sight. I call Danika with a k. Then again. And again. No answer.
I move to knock, but I know no one’s home. My housemates Wesley and David headed up north to a different party. It would be hours before they returned. “Fuck,” I mutter punching the door with a *thump*.
I’ve grabbed the attention of a handful of the horde, their silent and stale stares full of regret. I look to my right, and I see hope, or a sadistic version of it. My ex, Kayla lived next door. It seemed like a masterstroke at the time. Two months into the relationship and she moved in two houses away. She was an attention seeking siren while I thought I was the hotshot on campus. What could go wrong ? Our budding relationship ended a month later.
“What the fuck? You look like shit Tyler,” Kayla chuckles upon seeing my sorry state stumble upon her front door reeking of stale alcohol, eyes three different kinds of bloodshot and clothes stained with a multitude of fluids from last night.
Kayla was a drop dead gorgeous blonde with blue eyes and a body that was moulded through years of gymnastics. Her ample C cup tits — a birthday gift from her parents — poked through the oversized t-shirt she had on that barely covered an ass that a man would not soon forget.
“I just need a shower,” I reason after explaining how I’d been locked out. My head pounded like the inside of the speaker playing Skrillex last night.
“Yeah, sure” she says after deciding I posed no threat. “You gotta make it quick though Tyler. Roommate’s parents are coming over”.
Ah Kayla, she was loud, obnoxious and most annoying of all — vegan. Not that I have anything against vegans. I just have an issue when a vegan tells me *I hope you’re enjoying eating that carcass* as I bite into a juicy cheeseburger, especially if that vegan is my girlfriend.
I didn’t care about any of that right now, however. My skin ached to be drenched in hot water. Thankfully, not only did Kayla have hot water, she had an attached bathroom.
“Here”, she says passing me a towel, a t-shirt and some shorts, as I step in to her room. *Weird* I think. Perhaps she isn’t all that ba——
“Is this my t-shirt ? And my shorts ?”, I come to realise inspecting the pile she had given me. Kayla claimed to have returned all the clothes of mine she had swiped after we broke up.
“Better late then never I guess”, she shrugs shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Any angst I had was wiped out as the pitter patter of hot water slowly flowed down my body and pooled at my feet. I let it wash over my face, droplets steaming down onto me. It felt like I had a spirit (or spirits) trapped in me and I was at the climax of an exorcism. I could feel my head grow light, my muscles ease, my —
“You said you had to study,” Kayla hisses from the outside, her paper thin walls doing very little in masking her voice. “Vanessa saw you with her, ” she continues.
I pull the lever so the water drowns out the conversation, steam now rolls around in piles, rising from my toes.
The door suddenly flings open as Kayla bursts through, my hands busily soaping my ass. It’s as though time freezes, and my hands don’t know what to do with themselves, so they continue to lather soap over my derriere.
Kayla’s eyes however aren’t drawn to my exposed ass, nor my flaccid penis, nor any other part of my fully exposed person.
“You fucking asshole,” she screams into the phone. She hadn’t burst in for a steamy tête-à-tête. In fact, I hadn’t the faintest clue as to why she had moved her fight to the bathroom.
“Who’s in the shower? You’re gonna question me after what you did? Its Jenna. You wanna speak to her?”, she raises the phone mockingly to the glass, and then I see her eyes widen as if I’m an intruder, one she had forgotten she invited in. Then, her lips curve like she’s thought of something. “Fuck you Chris. I’ll fucking show you,” she curses on the phone, leaving the bathroom before I can figure her out.
Minutes later I’m drying off , feeling like a new man, reaching for my clothes when I find them missing. Fucking Kayla. I dare not shout, lest she still be arguing with Chris, so I wrap the towel around myself and walk out, seeing wisps of smoke blanket Kayla’s face , wafting over her shoulders leaving the air smelling like ash and burnt rubber.
“What the fuck — did you take my clothes,” I demand seeing her sly smile once the smoke streams off. Kayla’s sitting crossed legged, her bright candy pink panties on show.
“Tyler, I need to get back at Chris,” she vaguely says.
*Chris ?* I knew Chris. He was in the same course as Kayla, and their finals weren’t for another week. I had seen *Chris* at the party, making out with someone who was distinctively not Kayla.
“We didn’t go to the party last night because he was *supposed* to be studying,” Kayla pulls in another drag. “Motherfucker was studying Vanessa in the fucking bathroom,” she takes out her anger on the cigarette, angrily mashing it agains the lips of the ashtray .
“So, what do I have to do with any of this?”, I ask eyeing my damn clothes, trying to keep my eyes on hers, and not her underwear.
“Dont be dumb Tyler. You know *exactly* what I mean. I’ll just blow you, and tell Chris I blew a random guy. I’ll leave your name out of it”.
I reach for my clothes but Kayla pulls them away and outstretched her arm. “I’ll fucking throw them out the window”, she says as I wrestle her, our legs and hands tangling like two uncoordinated ballroom dancers.
Just before I manage to manage to pin her wrists down, Kayla flings my clothes to the corner of her room. “You’re mental”, I say getting distracted for a second, a second she used to slip my towel off.
“For someone who’s so against this, you’re oddly excited, or at least”, she licks the tip of my cock. “A part of you is”. Her lips sent electricity shooting down my spine, my cock slowly engorging in delight.
I looked at her with a mixture of terror and contempt, the latter gaining the upper hand with every degree her sly smile widened.
“Let me show you what I’ve learnt she says”. Her words catches me off guard, derailing my train of thought so when I open my mouth, I didn’t know what came out. Instead, my grip on Kayla’s wrists relent and she wriggles free, propping herself up so she’s at eye-level with my cock.
She pulls her T-shirt off, letting her tits finally drop out an readily slurps my cock into her mouth. Within seconds I’m fully erect. She licks my balls, my frenulum, then my cock, all in quick succession until she’s deep throating me, like a vicious cycle of ecstasy.
My fingers grow restless, lighting tugging at her nipples until they’re hard like two pink Hershey’s kisses.
With Kayla propped between my legs, I reach my hand back , my fingers trace her slit over her undewear.
“Can I?”.
“Mhhmm,” she gurgles with my cock in her mouth, opening just enough that I see strings of saliva coat it.
I slowly insert two fingers in, then three pushing into her pussy and find she’s already drenched. As in quicken my pace, so does she her mouth.
“I’m close”, I have to admit.
Kayla releases the suction off dick, allowing it to breathe after what seemed like eternity.
“Told you I’ve got some new tricks up my mouth”, she toys.
“Shame to let all this dick go to waste,” she strokes my member while her eyes glimmer naughtily looking up at me. “Fuck I forgot how thick you are”.
“Ive got one right here”, she says seeing my shuffle back wanting to retrieve a condom from my jeans in the bathroom, grabbing one from her bedside drawer instead.
Kayla then falls chest first onto the bed, gradually sliding her ass up forming an erotic arc without saying a word. I knew what was needed of me. Her ass wiggles when she hears me tear the the wrapper open.
I pull down her panties, giving her pussy and longing lick.
“Mhhhm,” she cooes, her voice dripping with want.
“Fuckkk”, she whimpers as my cock slides in her. An inch at first, circling her entrance, her pussy pulsing and aching for the rest.
I hear her voice tremble as I finally push myself all the way in, stretching every inch of her.
I plant one hand next to her face while the other reaches down and tugs at her nipple.
Her moans were muffled , lost as she screamed into the bed. This wouldn’t do.
“I want to hear how my cock makes you feel”, I say pulling both her hands back together with one of mine, Kayla gasping for air as her face propped up.
“Fuck Tyler. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop”, she begged.
“You wanted to use me?”, I lean forward whispering into her ear. “This is my pussy now”. My thrusts go deeper into her until I’m bottoming out. Kayla’s a moaning, sopping mess, whimpering everytime I push my entire length in her. I see her ass clench, her muscles rippling as she tried to milk me.
“Im gonna cum Tyler. Fuck Fuck ”, she curses with her voice cracking.
“Whose pussy is this?” I demand.
“Its your pussy Tyler. Fuck fuck Fu…. ”, her moans cascade until they become a blurry mess as she finally cums, collapsing face first onto the bed while her ass valiantly still pushed back into me.
I rip my condom off, and pull her back up. Kayla starts pressing her tits together and uses them to nuzzle my shaft.
“You used to love this didn’t you?”. Her face was drenched with sweat. I could feel my cock load up, its head a dark brooding crimson, ready to explode all over her tits.
“I’m gonna cum”, I warn.
“On my face. I want your cum all over my face ”, she requests. Kayla takes my cock back in her mouth, casting an erotic spell over it with her tongue twirling over every inch of it.
“Fuck, fuck I’m cumming”, I warn her. Kayla releases my cock and pushes her tits together once more. Seeing Kayla, her perky tits with their nipples stretched out, her toned body with her muscles panting, her mouth gaping, her tongue wagging, my eyes drink the sight of her in and my cock implodes all over her. The first ropes of cum splatter over her face, while the rest hit her on the chin, and finally settle all over her chest, dripping down her tits.
I glare at her like that for far too long as silence falls over us for the first time.
“Grab my phone and take a picture”, she asks without moving a muscle. I stand there with my cock in my hand like an idiot for what felt like eternity.
“Take a fucking picture Tyler”, she commands urgently. “Before your cum dries up”.
The sound of the shutter goes off as I take around 5 photos before handing her the phone. “This is fucking perfect”, she gleefully scrolls through the gallery. “Your cum is everywhere — my mouth, my lips, my boobs ! Fuck look at me face, I look fucking spent. Chris is going to be so pissed off”.
“Youre sending the photos to Chris?”, I say from across the room finally gathering my clothes.
“Yeah, that was the whole point. Don’t look so glum, you were fucking amazing Tyler”, she tries horrifically to console my shock. “I’m gonna send this to him right now. I would pay to see the look on his face”.
“Any chance you could send me one?”. Yes, I’m only human. Sue me.
*Ping*
My phone goes off. It was a DM from Kayla.
The dimwitted smile I wear is instantly wiped off my face as Kayla’s cackles fill the room. It was a gif, of someone giving me the finger. *Fuck*
“Sorry Tyler. You get pictures like this if you date me”.
“Oh, a picture you you covered in someone else’s cum ?”.
Kayla eyes my like a wolf, her eyes lapping me up. She despised not having the last word. My words clearly stung.
“May—bee I won’t send this to Chris right this second. I do need a shower now after all”.
“Oh?”, my eyebrow arcs.
“Come on Tyler, the least you can do after cumming all over me is help me wash it all off”.
My head may have shook, but my cock had other ideas, already beginning to stiffen, the curse of having a short refractory period. I grab Kayla by the ass cheeks, and kick the door open to her bathroom as we kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lj3z9w/walk_of_shame_ends_with_me_cumming_all_over_my
i really liked the story and how you also gave us background informations so we really understand it