To the hotel ...

Alyssa made a beeline for her hotel room, making it there in record time, dashing past the throngs of people in the street despite her **** desires. Upon reaching her room, Alyssa shucked her clothing before reaching the bed. By the time she hit the mattress, she had two fingers furiously furrowing her flowered hole.

There was no buildup necessary for Alyssa. It was pure animalistic passion exploding from within her. Images of cocks pumping in and out from between her legs filled her mind, as her fingers filled her hole. Her other hand tugged painfully at her distended nipples, almost pulling them from her body as the tremors began to cascade throughout. She didn’t have time to think about her actions, she desperately needed to satiate her body’s immediate needs.

As each cock exploded in her mind, her body shook with intense pleasure. Each cock was replaced with a different one each time it exploded, causing a series of fireworks to ignite within Alyssa. She was rolling from one orgasm into another, never fully recovering from her previous climax. There were no bodies, just cock after cock; white, black, long, short, thin, and fat! Each one erupted, filling her with its prized possession, driving her delirious as she ran out of breath.

By the time Alyssa had passed out from exhaustion, she had four fingers, buried up to her palm, nestled into her sopping wet honey pot. Sweat was pouring out of every pore, and a large puddle formed on the mattress between her legs. Alyssa looked like a wreck, lying naked on the bed.

After recovering, Alyssa managed to pull herself into the shower. She felt as if she could wash away all her sinful behavior, and possibly clear her mind. As the warm water cascaded over her silky smooth skin, Alyssa began to wonder about what had happened. It bothered her that she had acted so perversely. She had never behaved like that before. Yes, she had masturbated before; but this was different. This was intense! This was so surrealistic! This was so wantonly! This was so … so … so sexual!

As the water rained down on her auburn hair, Alyssa began worrying about her loss of time at the parlor. She knew she had fallen asleep, but three hours was unexplainable. Also, what had happened to the towel, and her undergarments? Their disappearance plagued Alyssa’s troubled mind. She tried desperately to recall what had happened while she lay face down on the table. The harder she tried to recall those events, the more she wondered why her nipples were so engorged and sensitive. She also queried the fact that her pussy was dripping wet. Everything was so confusing for her overworked mind. She also had trouble explaining her body’s sudden desires, and her impulsive actions.

Alyssa shampooed her hair, rinsing her thoughts with the shampoo down the drain. She soaped her entire body, paying special attention to her breasts and the downy patch of fur between her legs. Without any thought or provocation, Alyssa reached for the razor by the edge of the tub and immediately began ridding herself of the light colored triangular tuft of hair. Within several quick strokes, Alyssa had shaved herself bare!

By the time Alyssa made the final stroke, the realization of what she just did, settled into her otherwise prim and proper brain. She looked down at herself in horror, wondering why she did that. She didn’t have an answer, it was already done. Realizing the damage was already done, she **** herself to lather the area once again, shaving over the area a second time to ensure she got it all.

Alyssa’s poor mind was totally shattered at this point. She padded out of the shower, toweling herself dry, constantly looking at her newly naked mound. There would be only one thing that would make Alyssa feel better at this point. She knew a good night’s sleep would do wonders, and she would awake anew, and everything would be back to normal. The problem was that it was still early in the evening, and Alyssa knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep after having been “out of it” for three hours earlier in the day. She stepped out of the bathroom, back into the small hotel room, making her way to the small desk with the mirror, dropping her towel on the floor along the way. Her toiletries were spread out before her. She sat in the chair and stared back into the green eyes in the mirror. “What is going on with you?” she asked herself.

As Alyssa reached for her bottle of skin lotion, she was startled to see a small box placed on the desk. A small note was placed atop the simple ornamental design covered box. It read, “Compliments.”