Amnesia girl's confussed wakeup.

She awoke with a raging headache and sore pussy. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea who she was. All she knew is that she'd gotten drunk like the wild party girl she was, been picked up and shown what a real man was like. Everything else was a blur. It was as though she'd been fucked so hard she'd forgotten her whole life!

She sat up slowly and observed the bed room through bleary eyes. Nothing was familiar. It was a stranger's room, probably belonging to the guy who had turned her into his sex ****.

"Oooh," she moaned as she pulled the covers off. She was naked underneath, except for the dried cum splatter on her skin. She staggered out of the bedroom looking for her master, or a bathroom.

She found the former in the next room, the appartment's living space, in a bathrobe drinking coffee and watching the morning news. She eyed the tall, college aged guy for a moment, unable to decide what to do or say.

"Oh, you're finally up, Vicky," he grinned. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeees, I think so," Vicky stammered, remembering at least how much she'd enjoyed his cock pounding her cunt. Vicky couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex like that... or at all... and... Vicky! That was her name. Vicky the horny slut! No, there was something wrong with that. "oooh." She was so dizzy and confussed.

"Looks like you need a hangover cure before you leave."

"Leave?" Vicky exclaimed in alarm. "But, I can't leave. I... don't know where to go... I'm... I'm your sex ****!"