Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01

... ooze out of her. Through the cum dripping from her eyebrows she stared at the men, all naked and joyful. She felt used and discarded. This isn't what she wanted. To these men she liked, she was just a slut.

Dave returned after 5 minutes with an ice pack wrapped in a thin towel and a cup of water. "I...I am sorry. I didn't know." He said with empathy in his eyes. She wiped up the cum off her face and applied the ice pack to her vagina and bum. "Let me take care of you."

His kind words set her at ease. He carried her to her bedroom, "Please sleep here tonight. It's too late to drive back home. I will make you breakfast in the morning." She was grateful that he suggested it and quickly fell asleep in the satin sheets he laid her in.

When Sakura awoke, around 10 am, the men were all gone. Her legs and ass were still very sore and she walked slowly trying to keep her legs apart. She presumed the men were at the wedding.

Breakfast was waiting for her with eggs, bacon and orange juice, and a note. She was thankful to Dave for the kind gesture she knew he did. She opened the note and saw it was written by Max. The note read:

"Thank you for an amazing night. Let's do it again!

P.S. Here is some money for your services and for the car ride back home"

$200 sat in the envelope, $1,000 shy of what Max won from the bet. She felt disgusted by the cash. And disgusted for being treated like some cheap whore.. Sakura grabbed the cash and stumbled out of the groomsmen's ...

... house with mixed emotions. She couldn't believe what had just happened - how far she let it go. She savored her wonderful orgasms but was sad that the man she felt most connected with treated her the worst. She drove home rethinking what was most important about a relationship.

Part 4: Peace Offering

As she drove home, Sakura couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Her body was sore from the abuse she had taken, she found it difficult to walk and her throat felt sore and raw. But it was her ego that was most damaged. Tears streamed down her face. How could the one man she wanted to be with really treat her like such a whore. Was that what she had become? She felt empty, rejected, and embarrassed. What did she do to deserve this?

On Monday morning Sakura didn't show up to work. Brian had been worried about her since Friday night and left several messages to ensure she got home alright but she never responded to any of them. When she finally came to work on Thursday she was different, cold, and distant. Brian attempted to make her laugh like he always did but she simply ignored him.

Brian was confused. On Friday, he and Sakura had the most amazing sex and he was optimistic that she may have had a good time. Then, after multiple attempts, Sakura, appearing flustered, barked, "Look, Brian, I need some time. Give it a rest!"

He was hurt but he knew what she meant. He was not like the groomsmen she was flirting with. He didn't have a chiseled jaw or six-pack. In ...