Chapter 1: Chapter 1:

"Bro, we need to talk," said Nate as I walked into the kitchen. Nate was sitting at the hand-me-down kitchen table we had in our adjacent apartment "dining" area. Tommy and Will were there too. Without me having to ask, I knew what this was about.

"What is this about?" I asked anyway.

"C'mon, Ben," laughed Willy. "You know it's about Acacia."

"Yeah, yeah, ok."

"You know we like her. She's great and all, and we all feel really bad about what happened to her apartment but it's been almost a month. What is going on?"

Acacia's apartment had burned down 25 days ago and ever since she'd been living in our tiny, 4 bedroom shotgun flat in a not-so-great neighborhood near downtown San Jose. She was also my girlfriend. I'd been dreading this conversation.

"I'm sorry guys, she just needs a little while longer to figure out what to do next," I said, trying to keep my voice from betraying any hint of reticence.

"Wait wait wat... last week you told me she was waiting until the insurance money came in," said Tom.

This was why I was dreading this conversation. I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, um... I guess there was no insurance. Her roommate forgot to pay for it."

"WHAT!?!" shouted Nate. "Are you fucking KIDDING me!?!'

"Shhh, man, keep your voice down she'll hear you."

Our apartment building was over 80 years old, was cramped as hell, and had comically thin walls. Anything over normal volume was audible almost everywhere throughout the flat. Acacia was in my bedroom at the moment, probably playing games on her switch. There was no doubt she would hear if this volume kept up.

"Her hearing us is part of the fuckin' problem man," said Nate, his voice softer but just as stern. "She's always here! Doesn't she have a summer job?"

"She hasn't been able to find one. I don't know, man."

My roommates shared a knowing look, rolling their eyes.

"What the fuck do you guys want me to do, throw her on the street?!" I said tersely, while trying not to shout.

I was at my wit's end and didn't see a way out of this. To be fair, I understood why my roommates were upset, but I didn't want her to feel any worse than she already did.

"She's got to do something around here, Ben," said Will. "It's not fair to have her here all the time without giving back."

"Yeah, I get that, but she doesn't have any money. What do you want her to do? Cook? Clean? Do chores?"

"Naw, man," answered Nate. "We handle all that stuff ourselves. We want something else."

"Okay. What is it?"

Nothing could have prepared me for what Nate said next.

"We want her to let us jerk off on her once a day."

"WHAT!?" I was stunned. Incredulous. Horrified. "Hell no, and fuck all of you."

"Come on dude! We know she likes it, we can hear you guys fucking twice a day and she's always begging you to blow it all over her."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

That was a lie. I knew exactly what they were talking about, because it was true. Acacia was a shy, bookish, nerdy girl, but in bed she was insatiable, perverted, and most of all LOUD.Once she got going the only way to quiet her down was to shove a cock in her mouth and even then she'd moan and beg me to use her like a slut, or a whore, or a dirty little hole for me to use. And, as Nate pointed out, she loved imploring me to cum on her. Tits, ass, face, pussy, she loved my jizz anywhere and everywhere and she was not shy about asking for it. It was her favorite way to get me off, and it worked. And everyone in the apartment knew it, because they had to have heard it echoing through the apartment.

Tom spoke up next. He was usually the calm and reasonable one, but he was resolute with the other roommates. "Look, man, we can't watch porn with her here because the walls are so thin, and she's always walking around in those tiny little shorts and with her massive tits in a t-shirt with no bra. That plus all the fucking you guys do... it's just too much! I'm going fucking crazy here. Either she helps us out or she's got to go."

"I'm not going to pimp my girlfriend out to you assholes. No way."

"Dude, we're not going to fuck her," said Nate. "She'll just come to each of our rooms once a day and we'll whack off on her. No big deal. Seems like a fair trade for a free place to live."

"You're all out of your fucking mi..."

Acacia's voice interrupted me mid-protest. "I'll do it."

I spun around to see my beloved girlfriend. Her curly auburn hair cascaded down past her shoulders, framing her oval, freckled face, while her piercing blue eyes peered expressionless through a pair of black-rimmed glasses. As Tom predicted, she was wearing a pair of short shorts, and a t-shirt with no bra. Despite this, her perky E-cups sat high on her chest, nipples erect and pushing against the fabric.

"Acacia you can't be serious."

"They're right, Ben. I need to give back. I don't have money or a place to live. So I have to do something, and this is fair."

"Hell YES!" exclaimed Willy.

"Shut the fuck up, Will!" I shouted. "Babe, no, let's talk about this. I am not going to let this happen while I'm here."

"No problem," said Acacia. "We'll do it while you're at work."

My mouth dropped open. Acacia leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "It'll be fine," she whispered in my ear, reassuringly. She then turned to my roommates and said "OK here are the ground rules. I'll be topless only. You can shoot your load on me anywhere above my waist, but below my neck. I'm not going to touch you or blow you or whatever. You will not touch me anywhere without my permission. You'll get 15 minutes once a day, and if you can't get off in that time it's your problem. Deal?"

"Deal," said Nate

"Deal," said Will

"Absolute deal," said Tom.

"Babe, no!" I said to deaf ears.

"Ben and I are going to go into our room to talk now. And have sex.," said Acacia, taking my hand and pulling me away from the kitchen. "See you boys tomorrow."

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When we got to our room I was so furious my hands were shaking. When she saw my expression she told me softly to calm down and we could discuss things. The conversation was kind but firm. We sat on the bed and she held my hand gently. She calmly explained that my roommates were right, that she had no money and nowhere else to go, and that she didn't have any real prospects of changing either of those things. She mentioned that she knew that it would be months before I had saved up enough to get a place of our own, and the best thing to do would be to figure out a way to make this work in the short term.

"Finding a way to make it work is one thing," I said, my eyes burning daggers into my bedroom's ratty green throw rug. "But why this? Let me go back there and see if there's another thing you could do. I don't want those guys... you know... doing that."

Acacia reached out and tilted my chin upward with her hand so that I was looking at her. Her eyes were filled with mischief and lust. "You don't want your friends to blow rope... after rope after delicious rope of their hot white cum all over my big, fat titties? Are you sure, Ben?"

"Yes of course I'm sure," I said, but deep down I wasn't quite so certain.

"See that's a little surprising given how much you love it when I tell you stories of me being a whore. Like... how many times have you asked me to tell you about the times I fucked other dudes before I met you?"

I did, in fact, ask her about those stories a lot. Sometimes when I was plowing into her impossibly tight pussy I asked her to tell me about the time she blew two different guys at a party... or when she gave her ass to a guy for the first time... or when she flashed her tits to her cousin. But I couldn't admit that. Not now. I stayed silent.

She continued. "And how many times have you asked me whether anyone else has cum on my face right before you blow your load on me? It's been quite a few if memory serves. The funny thing is that when I say no they haven't you always seem a little... disappointed."

She was right on all counts. I did ask. More than once. And I was disappointed. It would have turned me on a lot if she had said yes. In fact the story of the two guys at the party involved one of them being too drunk to get it up and another being interrupted before he could finish, but in my mind I often fantasized about both of random dudes unloading all over her at the same time. I was caught, and nodded to her meekly.

"But honey, that's different," I responded, mustering up the last bits of my resolve. "Those are fantasies, and those other things you did happened before we were together. It's just not the same."

"You're right," Acacia conceded, her big blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "This would be very different. But it might also be... pretty fun?" She stripped off her shirt and laid down on the bed, holding her massive jugs in each hand. "Come on over here and titty fuck me while you think of how sticky with other boys' cum these are going to be tomorrow."

I was powerless to resist. As I pumped my thick seven inches between her tits she regaled me with bawdy pornographic stories of other dudes who had enjoyed them too. "They all loved fucking my tits until they came," she purred "and I know you do too. Do you think that your roommates will like it? Of course they aren't allowed to touch me... let alone pound my chest meat like you are now. But you know they'll want to. They're going to want to use every bit of my slutty body like you do. But instead all they're going to do is blow their hot loads on these. Do you want me to take pictures? Of their pearly white jizz all over these huge... fat... tits?"

That did it. I thrust hard upwards between her chest and began to cum, the first volley spurting high and hard across the length of her face. "Yeah shoot it all over me!" she exhorted. I complied, rutting wildly into her cleavage and loosing every ounce of semen I could into the warm caverns of her ample chest, as well as her delicate collarbone, and neck. She smiled up at me. "Ohhh daddy you're going to like this arrangement a whole lot, I think."

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The next day at work was agony.

I had gotten up early and left before any of the guys would wake up so I didn't have to face them. A big part of me was still pissed that they had forced us into this situation. Another big part of me was upset that Acacia had said yes. A third big part of me was furious with myself for letting it happen. Still, there was a part of me, perhaps a bigger part than I was willing to admit, that was a teensy bit excited... even aroused. I didn't know what that meant, so I shoved those feelings down as far as I could and headed to the office.

I worked in a small office with only seven other people and got there well before anyone else for once. My cubicle was mostly private but someone could (and often did) walk up behind me without me noticing. Because of this I told Acacia to text me about what happened when it happened (I claimed it was to make sure she was safe and I think she might have even believed that a little) but to wait to share any pictures she took until after I got home.

Suffice it to say that my productivity on this day was poor. Every spreadsheet I looked at, every piece of code I tried to write, every form I filled out turned into alphabet soup after mere minutes. My brain was a mixture of anxiety and dread and horniness and uncertainty and excitement. Felt like I checked my phone for a text every five minutes but got none. At lunch I could barely eat. The time ticked by ever so slowly.

Then, at about 1:30, the thought occurred to me that maybe it wasn't going to happen after all. Maybe the guys would chicken out or Acacia would change her mind. After all, they could have done it at any time until now surely one of them would have tried if they were actually going to go through with this insanity. In fact, I thought, all of this was probably just a prank that Tommy thought up to fuck with me, like the time he paid a stripper to invite me back to her place only to pop up and laugh when I asked her what time her shift ended. Fucking Tommy! Hahahah. This was all a joke and I was never going to hear the e...

My phone buzzed. I looked. My home screen said *SMS FROM ACACIA*

My hand trembled as I reached to open it. I took a deep breath, steeled myself for the worst, and put in my passcode. The text was short, nevertheless I was so keyed up that it took me a few tries to make sense of it.

I have Willy's cum on my tits

My head spun. It wasn't a joke. It was real. One of my roommates had used my girlfriend as a cum target. His semen was still on her at this very moment. I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I could also feel my cock start to swell.

"Okay." I managed to respond. I didn't know what else to say. "Are you alright?" I added.

Yes! It was all within the rules. He came in, I took off my top, and he never touched me. I got on my knees and he just jerked off on my boobs. Then I texted like u asked.

The mental picture of my sweet girlfriend on her knees waiting to accept the semen of another man was overwhelming. My cock was so rock hard and throbbing that I worried I might blast off in my slacks.

"Thank you for telling me. Did you do anything else?"

No. Well, I like talked dirty and played with them to get him in the mood but I didn't touch him if that's what u are asking.

My heart was POUNDING. I wanted to know so much more and also didn't want to know and I didn't know what to ask or think or say. I did a quick scan of the office and saw that no one would be walking into my cubicle. I took a deep breath and asked what I wanted to know: "Is it a lot of cum?" A few seconds later I got a response.

YES. I am COVERED

This was torture.

Do you want to see?

This was beyond torture.

"Yes but give me a minute."

I desperately wanted to see but not at my cubicle. Scanning the office quickly again I saw that people were mostly focused on their work at their desks. The office had a single stall bathroom which looked to be unoccupied, but I had to pass by the desk of the secretary Brea to get to it. I tried to shift my diamond-hard cock in my slacks so that the tent would not be too noticeable, and made a beeline for the bathroom hoping against hope that Brea, herself a stone cold fox, would not look up at my obvious erection as I passed her desk, though I was in such a hurry that I made no effort to confirm it.

Locking myself in the single stall and turning the fan on to hide whatever sounds I could, I put my earbuds in, undid my belt to unleash my uncomfortable erection, and texted my girlfriend back. "Show me."

A picture popped up on my screen. She was right. Her massive E-cups were indeed covered in streaks and globs of pearly white jizz. It was not the first time I had seen that glorious sight, but it was the first time the cum wasn't my own. My right hand started pumping my own drooling cock.

"Oh my god that's hot." I responded.

Where are u

"The bathroom"

Are u jerking off at work to me all covered in spunk?

"Yes"

Good then you're going to love this

A video popped up. I hit play. Her phone was recording her from her desk, and she cupped both of her fat cum splattered tits in her hand as if she was offering them to the camera, jiggling them ever so slightly so the white translucent joy juice slid this way and that over her massive globes. One long tendril of cum dripped down the slope of her left breast to her light pink areola and hung tantalizingly on the eraser-sized nipple. Then, to my great delight and slight horror (or great horror and slight delight I couldn't tell which), she moved her right hand to her left nipple, scooped the wayward glob of genetic material in her finger, and and with a wicked smile brought it to her smirking lips. She opened her mouth. A sound escaped my mouth that was both a gasp and a groan. We had not talked about her eating any of my roommates' cum! This was an escalation and I knew I should be furious!

But still, the minute I saw the hot white spunk of another man touched my girlfriend's tongue a torrent of my own orgasmic emission began spewing forth from my cock with wild abandon. I painted the far wall of my office bathroom stall with streak after streak of evidence that I enjoyed the lewd display of my girlfriend tasting a friend's jizz.

"Fuck" I texted her.

Did u cum?? Can I see??

I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. I had already started wiping my semen off the wall. When it was reasonably clean, I started texting her back. I had gotten as far as typing out "Yes but I can't show you and Im not sure you should be tasting it because we hadn't talked" when another text from Acacia popped up.

I hope u came hard baby but Nate is here so I'll tell u when he's done.

I deleted the text I had typed out and just said "OK"

Despite my extremely recent ejaculation, my cock surged again to a full erection. At this very moment my sweet girl was almost certainly on her knees with her tits out waiting to be painted with a second load of the day. I was always jealous of Nate, he was tall and dark and handsome in ways that I was not. He always got plenty of girls, and now he was getting my own. Or, well, sort of. While the fires of envy were growing in my belly, I could not deny that the fires of desire were growing in my loins.

I began jerking off, imagining what was taking place. I looked at the picture again. I watched the video again. I wondered if she had cleaned Willy's cum off before letting Nate in or whether she left it on so he could add to the copious volume? I wondered if Tommy was waiting his turn. Maybe he was watching. Acacia had said that she had played with her tits a bit for Willy. Did that mean she was holding them? Did it mean she was licking them like she did when she wanted to get me off? Was she loudly begging for this other man to cum on her like she did with me? Did she...

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Hi hi are you OK in there???" It was Brea. Fuck.

"Uh, yeah! Sorry, I will be done in a minute," I said awkwardly.

"No problem take your time!" she shouted back. "Just checking to see if you fell in!" Her voice was chipper in the way that it always was, but I was suspicious as to whether she knew what I was doing. I hoped not, but I was too far gone with lust to stop jerking off now.

It had been about five minutes since the last text from Acacia and I had built myself up so that I was very close to my climax. Was five minutes too much? How long would Nate take? How much would he cum? Should I hold off my own orgasm or just release it and get back to my desk? I was so close, and this was so erotic, but I also didn't know how long I could hold out.

My phone buzzed.

Done. Two loads down.

I slowed the pace of my stroking and held my breath, typing with my left hand "U OK?"

Oh yeah bb Im great. Do u want to see? U still jerking off?

"Yes"

OK but fair warning there was a little accident

My breath caught in my throat. "What happened"

Nate was aiming for my tits but he got a little excited....

and also came a little on my face

A picture popped up. Nate must have taken it himself. She was on her knees, her tits once again cupped in both hands, and once again slathered in spunk, and whether it was one load or two I could not tell. However, this time she beamed up at the camera, at me, with her big blue eyes shining brightly, her beautiful smile beaming broadly, and a thick rope of hot white cum crossing from her right cheek, along the bridge of her nose, and streaking along her forehead. She looked like a porn starlet smiling after a facial.

Once again my cock erupted, somehow even harder than I had before. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, primal and inevitable. I could almost hear the force of my ejaculate pounding against the far wall of the stall. I took a picture of the mess I made and sent it back to her with the caption "That was my second load too."

Her response was several heart-eye and squirting emoji.

Then I cleaned up, pulled up my pants, and tried to compose myself. After resolving not to check my phone again for a moment and several deep breaths I left the bathroom. Brea turned from her desk to look at me. "You OK, hon?" she asked with some concern and also perhaps(?) a hint of knowing awareness?

"Yeah, sorry, I uhhh... am not feeling well."

"I kinda figured since you were in there for almost a half hour. Maybe you should see if you can take the rest of the day off," she said, with a wink.

Did she know what I was doing in there? Was I jerking off that loudly? I couldn't tell but I hoped not. Still, the suggestion was sound. I wasn't going to get any work done in this state. My girlfriend, my sweet darling and love of my life, had just taken two fat loads on her tits and a shot or two to the face from two different men and there was another one to go. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate. It was all too much.

I lied and told my boss I had food poisoning and left the office. It was almost 3pm. Usually I didn't leave until 5. I could take the bus and get home in a half hour, but I decided to walk to clear my head. Or was it because I didn't want to come home while Tom was... using my girlfriend? I didn't know. The walk took closer to an hour. I put on a podcast about whales for the trek.

As I finally approached the door to my flat, the nervousness returned. My heart was pounding, my hands shook as I went for my keys, I realized I was taking short breaths. How would I face Acacia? For that matter, how would I face my roommates? Would they laugh at me? I had no idea.

The door to the apartment opened to the living room, where the couch and main TV was. Our room, where Acacia always stayed when I wasn't around, was almost all the way in the back. In order for me to get to it, I had to pass through the living room, then pass by Tom's and Will's room on the left and one bathroom and the kitchen on the right. Only Nate's room and one other bathroom in the rear of the shotgun flat were beyond the 12 x 12 room Acacia and I shared.

There was no turning back. I took a deep breath, put the key in the slot, and decided to face the music. As the door swung open I saw Will, the first guy to nut on my girlfriend's tits, on the couch watching TV and playing on his phone. I tried not to make eye contact, but Will simply said "hey dude" like he always did and continued scrolling Facebook. Tom was in the kitchen washing dishes. I breathed a small sigh of relief that I would not have to find him in my room.

"Hey Ben," said a female voice as I walked down the hall. It was not Acacia. Instead, it was Nate's sister Eliana, who I almost plowed into as she walked out of the bathroom. Eliana was a petite Filipina with a ready laugh and fabulous sense of humor. She hung around the flat a lot, in part because she lived so close by.

"Hey, E," I mumbled as I brushed past her, not waiting for a response, and opened the door to my room, closing it firmly behind me.

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Acacia was laying on her stomach on the bed, playing a game on her switch. She was wearing a blue hoodie and black shorts, her hair tucked back in a messy bun. It looked all the world like she would look like when I got home on a normal day. Of course, today was anything but normal.

"Hey babe!" she said, putting down her console. "You're home early what's u..."

"Shut the fuck up." Even as I was saying those words I was surprised at the edge in my voice. Acacia's bright blue eyes flashed a look of fear mixed with confusion. My words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us moved.

Then I caught a scent floating in the air. A musk, heady and earthy. I looked at the overflowing hamper near the door and saw a light grey towel, with damp splotches of what I knew to be my roommates' seed. I looked back and caught Acacia's eye. Her eyes searched mine for a hint of understanding, frantic at first, then... slowly, a look of recognition crossed her face. Then a smile.

"Take off your clothes and get down on your knees, you filthy fucking whore," I barked.

Acacia squealed in delight, peeling off her hoodie and shirt, unleashing her massive tits, and stepped out of her shorts. She was not wearing either a bra or panties. Easy access, I supposed. She knelt before me. I unzipped my fly and took out my already hard cock, and pointed it at her face, only a handful of inches away from me.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?"

"No, slut, you're going to answer my questions honestly, and you're not going to leave out any detail, and then I'm going to decide what you deserve."

"Oh my goooood," she moaned. "Can I play with myself too?"

"Depends on how well you do, slut. Now, tell me what happened with Will."

"Yes, Daddy. He knocked on the door and came in. He was nervous, I could tell. So I told him to relax and just took off my top without him asking. I said I was looking forward to this, and that he should get his dick out and relax. And then he did."

"Where was he when he got his dick out?"

"He was standing right where you are now, Daddy."

"And where were you, slut?"

"First I was on the bed, but then once he took it out I got down on my knees right where you are now like a good little cumwhore."

"Did he touch you?"

"No, Daddy. I know he wanted to but he just jerked his cock at me like you are now."

"Did you touch him?"

She shook her head.

"Good girl. Did you want to touch him?"

The smirk on her face betrayed her answer. She nodded the teensiest bit.

"Answer me, Acacia! Did you want to touch my friend's dick?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, whenever I see a big juicy cock pointed at me I want to touch it and suck it and put it inside me. I can't help it I'm just that kind of worthless tramp. But I didn't do it because you told me I couldn't!"

I continued stroking my cock and felt it begin to leak precum. I didn't understand why this was turning me on so much, but it was. Still, I wanted the whole story.

"You're a good girl for obeying," I told the young busty sexpot kneeling before me. "What else happened?"

"Well he got hard but he still might've been a little nervous so I started saying sexy things to get him closer."

"Like what? What sexy things did you tell my friend so that he could shoot his load on your rack?"

"I told him how pretty his cock was. I asked him if he liked my fat titties and he said yes. I asked him how many times he jerked off thinking about this and he said so many. Then I took my breast in my hand, like I'm doing right now, and told him that after he was done blowing his nut on me that I was going to lick it off myself just... like... this..." She demonstrated by lewdly and taking a long cinematic lick of her size E breast and ending at the nipple. If I hadn't orgasmed twice already today I would have done it again.

"Is that when he came on you?" I asked, the pace of my strokes increasing ever so slightly.

"Yes Daddy. He started shooting and, like you saw, it was so much all over me. He must have been saving up for a week. God, Daddy, I'm getting so horny thinking about it do you mind if I play with myself?"

"Not yet. What happened then?"

"Ugh you're so mean okay okay well, he just sat there for a second. Then he said he was sorry for some reason, and I laughed and said no problem and then he pulled up his pants and walked out the door. That's when I took those pics and texted you."

"So he didn't watch you taste his jizz?"

"No."

"You know I didn't tell you that you could do that."

"I know, Daddy, but you always like it when I play with your cum so I thought..."

"Don't lie to me, little girl. You also just wanted to taste it, didn't you? Because you're that kind of cumslut?"

"Yesssss I ammmmmm!!!" Acacia shouted, and I saw her convulse in what I knew was an orgasm. She must have been squeezing her thighs together to get herself to orgasm without my permission. Her body shook.

"I didn't tell you that you could cum, Acacia! Stop it!"

Her shaking subsided quickly and she caught her breath. "I'm sorry, Daddy. This is so fucking hot. Oh my god, my pussy is soaked."

"It is but we are not done. What happened with Nate?"

"He knocked while I was texting you and before I could clean up. I told him to come in. When he saw me all covered in spunk he stopped and asked if I wanted to wipe off first. I told him I'd rather let him add to the load. I think he was surprised at that. He was also standing right where you are now, Daddy. And then he took out his cock. And Daddy... well, it was pretty big."

"Bigger than mine? Tell me."

"I think so, Daddy. Maybe an inch or two longer and a bit thicker. You are bigger than Willy though, I think. Of course, I can't really be sure unless I touch them and like I said I didn't do that even though I wanted to."

"Thank you for telling me the truth, Acacia. Go on."

"Well, he started cranking that big hog right at me, and I started telling him how I wanted to feel him bust all over me and that I'd never had two loads of cum on me and I was excited about that. And I held my tits like this and might've taken a few licks too, sorry Daddy, you know I just love the taste of jizz."

I was jerking my cock in earnest right at my girlfriend's fucking slut face. "And did you tell him to give you a facial, you nasty bitch?"

"No, Daddy. It really was an accident! .... Sort of."

"Explain, whore."

"Well I was licking my titty just like this and his first shot of hot white juice just rocketed right on my face like you saw. But then I backed off and he pointed the rest on my titties. I don't think he was aiming at my face. But I can't be sure."

"Then why did you have him take the picture?"

"Because I knew how much you love giving me big wet facials and you've asked when other people have and I just didn't want you to miss it! Besides, like I said, it was mostly an accident. ...Mostly."

"That was good of you. I liked the picture."

"I am so glad, Daddy. I hoped you would."

"Did you clean yourself off then?"

"No... Nate left and I just felt soooo hot and nasty that I laid down on the bed with all their cum still on me and jerked myself off until I came super hard three times. I was soaking."

"You are a fucking slut, Acacia."

"I know, Daddy. Thank you."

"Then what? Did you also let Tommy nut on your face?"

"No, Daddy. I didn't. He didn't actually cum at all."

I was taken aback and frankly a little disappointed. I was so keyed up at this point that my mind had thrown caution to the wind and I was expecting a different, third story that pushed the envelope even more. Like maybe she would touch him... or suck him... or... or...

Acacia sensed my disappointment and held her tits out in her hands again. She looked at me and smiled. "I'm sorry, Daddy. He said he liked looking at my titties and I liked looking at his cock (not as big as yours at all) but when he couldn't get off after 10 minutes or so, he asked me if he could cum on my butt instead. I guess he's an ass guy. He even asked to just see my butthole and then jizz on my tits. Anyway, I didn't have your permission to let him do any of that so I had to say no."

I was proud of her for following the rules even though some part of me wanted her to push the envelope. "So he just timed out?"

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm sorry I didn't get his big load all over me too. I'll do better next time."

"I know you will, babydoll. Now show me the butthole you couldn't show Tom."

Acacia squealed in delight and turned around, putting her chest on the bed. She reached behind her wide hips and spread her big ass cheeks apart, revealing the tight crinkle of her anus, along with the drooling gash of her trimmed twat. As I moved toward her, my entire body was on fire. I knew I was not going to last long, but I needed to take her, to reclaim her, in her most intimate spaces. If I was going to let my dearest love be the apartment cumslut, then I was at least going to let her and everyone else know that in the end the boss was me.

With a powerful thrust, I slammed my cock into the slippery tightness of Acacia's cunt. She let out a guttural moan and started to orgasm almost right away, her juices coating my cock and spraying against my midsection as I pumped in and out of her. "FUCK ME DADDY FUCK ME FUCK ME" she screamed loud enough that the entire apartment undoubtedly heard, if not the neighborhood.

But that wasn't enough. After a minute or two of vigorously fucking her cunt I withdrew from that velvety sheath and placed my rigid member at her tightest hole, right where my roommate wanted to see, and began to push through her tight anal ring. Normally, if I were going to take her here, I would work her up to it and go as gently as possible. But today was not a normal day. Acacia yelled even more, but out of pleasure. She was dick drunk, in total submission.

"Is this hole where Tom wanted to cum? This whole that I'm fucking right now, slut?"

"YES DADDY FUCK MY TIGHT ASSHOLE FUCK IT AS HARD AS YOU WANT!" she screamed again.

I took her advice, pistoning out of her backdoor with abandon.

"Tell me you're mine, Acacia."

"I'M ALL YOURS DADDY YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ME"

"Tell me that you're mine even though you're letting other boys use you as a cum dump."

"NO MATTER HOW MANY OTHER BOYS USE ME LIKE THE GUTTER SLUT I AM I PROMISE I'M ALL YOURS DADDY JUST DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASSSSS"

She shook again, another orgasm overtaking her. The contractions in her asshole began to trigger my own climax. I could have lost my seed deep in her bowels, but in order to fully reclaim her I knew what I needed to do.

I pulled my cock from her ass, spun her around and shoved her back on her knees, then pointed my angry member right at her gorgeous face. "TAKE MY CUM, SLUT!" I shouted as rope after rope spewed forth from my dick, plastering her cheeks and lips, then aimed the rest at the heaving mounds of her breasts. Acacia moaned in joy, the debauchery of a third load of cum cascading down upon her triggered yet another mini-orgasm. She collapsed back against the bed, her face a ruin of white streaks and globs.

I was content. She was mine again.

I pulled up my pants and walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open and the pornographic scene of Acacia nude covered in semen there for anyone to see. If she was going to be the Apartment Cumslut, she would have to get used to it.

I walked to the living room and found Tom, Will, Nate, and Eliana. They had clearly been listening with wonder. All looked at me expectantly, not sure what I was going to say. My face was as expressionless as possible as I stood in front of the two couches where they sat.

Will spoke first. "Hey man, are you... okay?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice betraying nothing.

"I, um, am sorry," offered Nate. "I didn't mean to... you know." He glanced sheepishly in the direction of his sister.

"You didn't mean to do what, Nate?" I said.

"I... you know... do it... on her face."

Eliana snorted sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "How many times have I heard THAT before?" she quipped.

No one laughed. Everyone remained terrified of how I was going to react.

I waited a beat.

"Nate, I accept your apology."

"Thanks, man."

"From now on you can cum on my girlfriend's face when you take your daily turn. Same goes for the rest of you. Oh, and Tommy, if you want to go bust a nut on her ass, she's all warmed up so be my guest. But still, no touching. Understood?"

Tommy nodded, got off the couch and practically skipped toward my room.

Things would be a little bit more interesting from here on out. Regardless, from now on the Apartment Cumslut was available for use strictly by my rules, and my rules only.

I made sure my roommates and their friends knew that this was a special privilege that I was allowing them. Acacia was mine, and mine alone, in every other way. If they wanted to use her in this way, they had to respect that. They would not, under any circumstances, touch her outside of the rules I had established.

Acacia still had to clean up her apartment mess and had to go to work. She was still the same sweet, intelligent, and independent woman I had met a year ago. She still drove me wild with her long, brunette hair and giant natural double d’s on a body that drove me wild.

And this arrangement of hers was proving to be the hottest thing that had ever happened to us.

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It was Saturday and the flat was empty of all the roommates for once. It was just Acacia and I in the apartment alone. The sun spilled in through the open curtains of our bedroom, painting her body in golden rays.

She lay sprawled across the bed, naked as usual, her pillowy tits rising and falling with each shallow breath, her stomach still glistening with the remnants of Tom’s earlier load that he hosed onto her while I was at the grocery store.

I’ve come to learn that I enjoy how the sight of her looking used by others turns me on even more than the thought of her being with them—maybe because I get to watch the aftermath, watch her clean up the mess they made on her skin.

“You’re staring,” Acacia murmured, lifting her head slightly to look at me with a sleepy grin. “Like you’re plotting something.”

“Yeah. Something filthy.”

Her grin widened, eyes flickering between mischief and hunger.

“You’re staring,” Acacia murmured, lifting her head slightly to look at me with a sleepy grin. “Like you’re plotting something.”

“Yeah. Something filthy.”

Her grin widened, eyes flickering between mischief and hunger.

“You’re staring,” Acacia murmured, lifting her head slightly to look at me with a sleepy grin. “Like you’re plotting something.”

“Yeah. Something filthy.”

Her grin widened, eyes flickering between mischief and hunger.