That's all tonight.

It takes you quite a few minutes to pull yourself together enough to get moving again. The guys are steadily polishing off the beer. You turn your head to find that it's on Carl's lap again, but now his big black cock is limp. You lurch unsteadily to your feet.

"Need to go take a shower." you mumble. "You guys help yourself to munchies OK."

You gesture vaguely in the direction of the kitchen and lurch shakily towards the bathroom. Inside you stare at yourself blearily in the mirror. Your makeup is smudged and your long blonde hair is mussed up. You can feel the guys cum trickling from your pussy and anus which both feel a little sore.

"Oh fuck, I'm a mess." You mutter to yourself.

You strip off your cheap slut clothes and step into the shower. The warm water beating on your skin revives you a little. You scrub yourself clean and then unhook the shower head. You part each of your well used orifices in turn and sluice the sticky mess out of your body. The water jetting into your pussy and ass feels good and you continue much longer than is strictly necassary to clean yourself out.

You step out feeling clean again, though still tired as hell. The afterglow of your furious fucking leaves a pleasently contented feeling. The face in the mirror looks less like a whore with the gaudy makeup removed and the hair hanging wet. You still look smoking hot though, but now with the fresh faced appeal of the typical girl next door.

"Shit, I need to get myself a hairdryer." You think, feeling the damp curls. "Guess I could go shopping tomorrow, get myself some cosmetics and nice clothes too."

You stop dead, realising what you're thinking and chuckle at your foolishness. None of those will be necassary, tomorrow you'll sort this out and get the damn collar off and tonight will have been just one night of craziness. It's certainly one that you'll never tell a soul, but you doubt you'll ever regret it. You pull on your big cotton bathrobe and hug the soft material to your naked body.

Heading back into the living room you find Carl and Lenny have crashed out on the couch. Their snores reverberate round the room. You grab the almost empty bottle of bourbon and drain it. Before heading for your bedroom.

"Night boys." You murmer killing the lights. "Thanks for the weirdest night of my life."

You shuck off the robe and slip naked between the sheets. You lie there slowly drifting off to sleep. Your fingers stroke your puffy, tender labia gently. Your caress creates a warm glow in your loins, but you resist the urge to masterbate and fall asleep happy and contented.