You reflect on what happened

After they leave you kneel sobbing quietly on the floor, your heart hammering inside you, your mind awash with shame and excitement. You've never experienced anything like that before, and are both horrified and thrilled by the near orgasmic pleasure of it. Your body seems to tingle at every pore, at every nerve ending, and without conscious thought you press your fingers against your soaked panties, rubbing your swollen pussy and moaning as you continue to cry.

You feel scared of what happened, and scared of what might happen. You have little doubt that whether they circulate the video of you or not, the story will be told, and you know that you will be the subject of knowing looks and speculative gossip for weeks, possibly months to come. Perhaps for the rest of your college career.

"If only you could control your desire to tease," you scold yourself. "You just can't help showing off your body and flaunting it at men, can you Lisa? Well, look what that got you." Your eyes keep welling with tears at your degradation, even as part of your mind happily relives every cock that you sucked. |Savouring the memory of each one that sprayed seed over your pretty face or filled your mouth with hot delicious cream.

You're telling yourself to get up and clean yourself up, but your fingers press hard against your pussy. In **** need you pull your panties to one side and thrust your fingers into your hungry cunt, your thumb pressing and rubbing on your clit.

You start to come, bending over until your face nearly touches the floor as your gasping spasms begin, tears still running down your semen smeared face.