You threw a party...

You wake up in a haze. Lying naked on top of your sheets. Your pussy is raw. As you get up you noticed the crack of dried cum all over your body. Getting out of bed, you notice the words "slut box" written above your pussy in magic marker.

Last I remember we were doing blow off the coffee table - fuck happened last night?

You enter the living area to a large naked man on your couch. You definitely don't remember him. The carpet is covered in dried cum and dirt. There are beer bottles and booze everywhere.

You walk onto the terrace. There's an attractive - at least to Mike's standards - women sleeping outside. Her huge fake tits are barely concealed by a house coat. She's spooning a younger girl.

Holy shit, it's Marie. Looks like she's out cold. Fuck - did I turn her gay? Fuck what happened last night.

The silconesque beauty stirs and rolls towards you.

"Hi honey, we had a lot of fun last night! Your friend over here was especially fond of my little girls." She says, cupping her E-Cup orbs.

You smile and wake into the living room. Your phone is on the floor, sitting on a pile of soggy panties and stack of fifties.

Holy shit. You count over a thousand dollars.

You grab your phone and check your messages.

A few texts from Anne's friends saying they'll "be there soon." Ten or so missed calls from her boyfriend. A couple angry text from Anne's less party-friendly friends for the "debauchery."

You check her video gallery. There are over twenty new, relatively short, videos:

• You and the original guy are doing blow. You're naked from the waist down. You're wearing a slutty bra - poorly and jerking off the guy next to you.
• There are more people in the apartment. They're mostly all in their 30s. Some of the girls look like strippers.
• You're sucking the pizza guys cock in front of a crowd.
• You can see Marie doing blow with a stripper behind you.
• There's a younger crowd. You're wearing nurse costume (From the strippers maybe?) and grinding on some nervous fat teenager in a polo.
• Someone opens the door and you're in your bed, riding the fat kid.
• Marie is high as kite, singing Fleetwood Mac songs with one of the strippers. The stripper pulls her in for a kiss.
• Some wealthy businessmen are dancing with you on the terrace. Tossing bills at you.
• The wealth businessmen are now filling every hole and you're, once again, covered in cum. The camera flips to reveal Marie filming. She tells you she wants you, while rubbing her groin.
• You're walking around telling some fully-tatted gentlemen to "tattoo over it."

You reach down to your pussy. Just marker, thank god.

• Marie is getting fucked by a stripper outside and you're inside with the guy asleep on the couch and two other college-aged guys. The sun is coming up. You're telling them they're good kids.

That probably could have gone better.

You decide to take a shower and clear your head.

While showering you can't help but feel horny. There's something about this body.

Ugh, what's wrong with this body. She was a virgin. How could she be this horny.

You grab a sweater and go lay down beside Marie.