“That’s not part of the agreement!” Carlo said angrily.
“I don’t care,” I answered. “I’m walking home just like this.”
I really don’t know if I said that because I didn’t want the agreement broken or because I secretly wanted everyone to see me as the cum-covered slut I really am. It didn’t matter. I walked the three blocks to our apartment building and almost made it inside before the two dildos came into sync. I grabbed hold of the railing as I howled through an intense orgasm. Then I quickly climbed the four stories to our apartment.
Momma was waiting for me with a blanket. “Don’t bother getting it dirty,” I said to her. “I’m going to take a shower and a bath. Then I want to be alone in my bedroom.”
Momma didn’t say anything. She just nodded her head and stepped aside. I went into the bathroom and took off the nipple clamps. Momma asked if I was OK when I screamed. I hadn’t expected it to hurt so much when they came off. After I figured out how to open the belt and release the dildos, I took a long shower until all of the cum was washed off my body. The words had been written in permanent marker, so they weren’t going to disappear until they wore off.
I thought about washing my hair and then laughed out loud and rubbed my bald head. The hair on my head would eventually grow back, but I decided that the hair between my legs would not. I would keep it shaved or perhaps even get it permanently removed so that my cunt was always naked and visible.
After my shower, I filled the tub with the hottest water I could get out of the tap and submerged myself up to my neck. The one advantage of these old apartment buildings is that, for some reason, they have really big tubs in the apartments. After that I went to bed.
Momma, of course, came in to see me and asked if I were OK. I told her that I would survive.
Carlo knocked on the door and came in timidly. He again said how sorry he was that I had to go through all of this, and I assured him that I didn’t blame him. I told him also that I would survive. Then I asked him to see that I was left alone for the rest of the day.
A little while later, I heard him and Momma go back downstairs, probably to sit out on the steps of the building. Once everyone was gone, I threw off my covers and brought my hands down to my cunt. I needed one more orgasm, but I needed one that I had control over. It wasn’t a great orgasm and my girl parts were more than a little tender, but once I had climaxed, I was able to nestle back into the pillows and fall fast asleep.
As I drifted off to sleep a stray thought crossed my mind and I smiled wickedly. I was wondering what would happen if, in six months or so after my hair grew back, the rogue tagger struck in the Brookman Queens territory.
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