I feel miserable

I rub my arms. Fuck. How long was I chained up? The only thing I can smell is Phoebe’s pussy. My chin feels crusty from where her juices dried on me. My mouth is dry, and tastes horrible. My head aches from dehydration.

I don’t think more whiskey is going to help my situation. I get out of bed. Whose room is this again? Phoebe and Joey. I wonder where they are sleeping. I don’t care. The only thing I can think about is how miserable I feel and how much worse it is going to be in the morning. The haze of drunken sex has passed.

I walk out of the room. Ross holds a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He asks, “What’s up man?”

I say, “I’m done dude. I feel like a cat shit in my mouth, and a vampire sucked the juices out of my brain. I need a shower.”

Ross looks a little disappointed, but says, “No problem. Whiskey at this hour isn’t a good idea anyway. I’ll get you a Gatorade.” He walks to the kitchen.

I walk to the bathroom. I turn the shower on. Cold water streams down. I step into it. My body doesn’t have enough energy to react to the change in temperature. I sit down on the ground of the shower. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

What the hell did I get into tonight? Monica and I were suppose to rekindle our sex life. Instead I watched her get fucked by my two best friends. My friend’s wife made me eat her ass, and lick my own cum out her pussy. My best friend sucked my cock, and swallowed my cum.

Ross steps into the shower. “Holy shit this is cold!” The stream of water heats up. “Here you go.” He passes me a bottle of Gatorade. His long cock dangles in front of my eyes.

He says, “Fuck man. Tonight was wild! Did you have fun?”

His cock pendulums in front of me. I answer, “It was fun, until Phoebe handcuffed me.”

“Yeah that was a bad idea dude,” Ross laughs. “Never trust that woman.” He starts lathering his body. Really soaping up his long shaft in front of me. I could look away but I don’t.

He passes me some soap, and I lazily put it on my body. Covering my face, trying to wash Phoebe off me. Cleaning my own dick, even though Ross’s mouth probably sucked off the taste of Phoebe.

Ross asks, “How many times did you come tonight?”

I answer, “Three,” and look up.

Ross is slowly stroking his long cock. It no longer just dangles between his legs, but has hardened in his hand. He says, “I’ve only come twice. Think you can help me come a third time? Return the favor for me rescuing you?”

On the floor of the shower I look up at my friend who is stroking his long cock over my face.