Sexy Bella Needs A Boyfriend

Pintle Blowing.

It’s one thing for your best friend to be insulted by some cheerleading scumbags.

It’s another thing to get toilet duty for a whole month just because you wanted to teach some prancing bitch a lesson she’d never forget.

But you know what’s worse?
Catching your boyfriend red-handed, sticking his penis in places it’s not supposed to be!

And then again, why the Janitor’s closet?
Why not his house or her house or some fancy hotel where they can have all the erotic fun of their lives without being bothered or interrupted unruly by anyone, most especially the girlfriend of the cheating scoundrel.
So why the janitor’s closet? A small room that smelt of detergent, broken dreams and bleach, occupied with buckets, mops, and plungers.
A perfect place for a nice quickie. Sike!

His eyes were shut, hands roughly- almost violently, pulling her hair back and escorting her head pumping movement, moaning and groaning, making other delightful sounds that couldn’t even be classified, all in a pleasured and ecstacious response to the way she handled his member.

     I was frozen. Transfixed at the spot. Completely, utterly and blatantly puzzled.

Maybe I had fallen asleep, exhausted from washing all the smelly, messed up toilets and now, I’m stuck in some bizarre, shocking nightmare.
I didn’t know what to do, I just couldn’t even comprehend the scene. It’s hard to figure out what to do when you catch your boyfriend pants down, having his pintle blown by some chic.

The pleasure induced scrunch on his face hardened and intensified. He threw his head back and arched his back, gripping her hair tighter and pushing her head forward, forcing her to increase her sucking pace. He soon reached climax and released a loud gutteral groan as he cummed.

Nope, everything felt so real. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

I felt disgusted to the core.

He pulled out of her mouth and his flaccid meat dangled down to it’s initial position, a view that has forever been burnt into my visual cortex. And yes, he had cummed into her mouth and she swallowed it like a pro, like it was some wholesome gulp of orange soda. Remind me to puke whenever.

The pleasure of the orgasm tapered off and Chad opened his eyes then saw me standing at the door and his reaction couldn’t be more heartbreaking. Hear me out here.

A brief mixture of shock and surprise swept pass his face, he indeed did look remorseful for a bit of a moment there, but in a split second it had all faded away.

A nonchalant, unbothered and unconcerned expression settled on his face. And that was when he did an unbelievable, heart shattering thing that I’ll never be able to forgive him for. 

Chad scoffed and looked away from me, like I was invinsible- no, not that, he did see me. He looked away from me like I didn’t matter, like I was some piece of disgusting trash that had no relevance or an irrelevant beggar that needed to be paid no attention whatsoever.

Ordinarily, he’s supposed to be scared and afraid. I mean, his girlfriend, the assumed and alleged ‘love of his life’, the one who he had professed and assured an eternal love bullshit or whatever lies he picked off his playboy handbooks, had just caught him red handed cheating on her.

He’s supposed to be begging and pleading for forgiveness. But no that wasn’t the case, instead, he showed no atom of regret or agenbite.

The girl got up from her kneeling position and turned to face me, wiping leftover cum off the sides of her lips.

A surprised gasp escaped my mouth when I saw it was Madison, the cheerleading, right hand girl to Nikki Palmer. Quite the bitch, just like her best friend.