(Continuing Maggie's story from college, from her perspective)
Of course I was completely pissed at Dean. How dare he offer me up to his friend so casually.
There was a moment immediately after Jim left, when he was staring at my pussy gaping after the assault by Big Jim's huge cock and dripping with his cum, that I though Dean might go down on me. I was both turned on and repulsed by the thought.
"Will you get me something to clean myself up with?" I asked Dean, snapping him out of his trance.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a single tissue.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Dean? He's not YOU," I said with all the venom could muster.
Dean scurried back and got a washcloth for me. I took great pleasure in dirtying up his washcloth with the scum from Jim and my fucking.
After I cleaned myself up, I pulled my clothes on. Dean stared at me in shock, still naked with his tiny deflated dicklet hanging out.
I was disgusted by him now. I gathered as much of my stuff as I as I could and shoved it in a bag.
"MagPie, don't leave!" he begged.
Without thinking, I slapped him hard across his face.
"I. Am. Not. Your. Whore."
I left and went to my friend Julia's place to stay the night and to figure things out.
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