Flee in shame

"A naughty one, aren't you? But you haven't earned my cum yet. Maybe next time, you dirty cumslut." With a nasty laughter he stands up and throws you a tissue. "Now get the fuck out of my house, I am done with you."

Feeling humiliated and used you quickly wipe his spunk of off you and put your clothes back on. Being ripped of your body two times already, they and your messy hair complete your look of a whore coming back from her customer. On legs still shaky from your recent orgasm, you stumble back out of Mikes house and start your walk of shame back to your house.

Thankfully you don't meet many people on your way, and those you do meet don't recognize you. Still their expressions make it clear what they think about you as you pass them. Flushed from your fast walk and the shameful display of your obviously freshly fucked teenage body you arrive back home and immediately head for the bathroom.

You toss the dirty clothes in the washing basked, disgusted with how they were sticking to your skin by the remains of Mikes poorly wiped off dried cum. It takes the quarter of an hour for you to feel clean again and another quarter to scrape together the remains of your dignity. You gave yourself to the one single person on earth you hated the most and enjoyed it. Immensely. And after all your effort you still are not pregnant. A quick glance to the clock reminds you that the time is slowly running out. The 48 hours you had at the beginning have melted down to just 10.