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Debbie always woke up slowly, and in that one narrow, specific sense, this day was no exception. For the first thirty seconds or so, she really just laid there and savored the delightful sensations of half-asleepness.
She had just started the full body stretch that would really begin her day when some recollection of the events of the previous night started flooding back to her. "Holy shit," she thought, "what the fuck did I do last night?"
All at once - in a millisecond - a couple dozen bits and pieces of the passionate lovemaking session she had shared with Alex the night before came flashing back to her. Debbie spent a short moment reviewing the literally incredible events she thought she recalled, but she struggled to make sense of the more ... out of the ordinary things those memories included.
"Damn, I didn't drink that much wine, did I?" she thought. Her head ached and her muscles and joints felt sore - especially in her lower back - so she decided she must indeed be hungover, and recalled with a quick laugh some of the crazy times she had blacked out back at Podunk State. She figured the booze had to be impairing her recollection, and decided to take a quick inventory of her surroundings in order to start sorting out the fictions from the reality.
She was definitely alone, and definitely in a bed, in what sure seemed to be a guest room so, she figured, she must definitely have spent the night at Alex's house.
And, she definitely had no panties on.
Pretty sure she hadn't intended to arrive at her boss's house commando style last night, she figured that had to be a pretty solid clue. Pulling back the covers confirmed that she was indeed bottomless, but she also noticed she was still wearing her shirt and her bra. This strange combination of clothed and unclothed led her to a little further reconsideration of what her foggy memory was telling her had gone on between her and her boss last night.
Getting spit on? And then fucked? By Alex, but with a real ... cock?
"God, how fucked up is that," she thought calmly, "no way that really happened." Sitting up in bed, she first noticed a clock reading 7:13 and then saw a handwritten note on the bedside table. It read:
Mornin' sleepyhead! Had to make a 7am bkfst mtg, knew you'd need some rest & so didn't want to wake you. Last night was wonderful, hope you know that. I'll be in the office by 9:30, come see me when you get in - we'll talk.
Hugs, A.
"Well, I guess at least part of it really happened," she thought. Between her memories, and the note, and her missing underwear Debbie figured the parts about getting it on with Alex last night had to have been accurate, but there was no way she had the details right. Just because some parts of her memories were accurate didn't mean they all were. Seriously, some of those details were like scenes from a bad science fiction movie.
Still though, Debbie thought, it was weird how she specifically remembered getting fucked - not just as in 'had sex with, ' or 'girlfucked, ' but literally getting fucked - very thoroughly fucked, as a matter of fact, by a pretty big dick. Guess Alex must have had a strap-on or something, but for some reason that still didn't seem right.
Debbie was just about fully awake by now, and as she put down the note she realized her body was telling her it was quite time to get to the bathroom and get rid of some used wine. She stood herself up on slightly aching legs, did the best she could to pull her shirt-tails around her perfectly curved hips and walked out into the hallway.
The house was a rambler, and as she exited the guest room Debbie noticed she had a view down the hall back towards the living room. "Looks like we did polish off at least the one bottle," she thought, glimpsing the dead soldier on the coffee table.
Once in the bathroom, being naked from the waist down meant all she had to do was lift the lid, and the instant Debbie's butt hit the seat she unleashed a veritable torrent of piss.
"Ohh-h-h-h shit," she thought to herself, "fuck yeah that feels good."
Actually, after a couple of seconds it occurred to her that in fact, it felt fucking great. Not only in the 'oh thank God, I really had to piss like a racehorse' sense but also, she realized with a bit of concern, in a sexual sense.
Not quite so good that it would be enough to make herself come or anything, but the longer she pissed the harder it was to deny - she was unmistakably getting a real sexual charge out of taking her morning piss. She shuddered lightly as the firehose flow finally wound down to a small deluge and then stopped completely, and she shuddered again - harder - when she decided against using the paper and cleaned herself quickly with her bare fingers.
Well, it was mostly like cleaning herself, at least in the sense that she licked her fingers clean when she was done.
As she came down off the spike of eroticism she felt from this twisted act, she thought to herself, "God, how weird is that? Since when have I been into watersports?"
For the first time that morning, a sense of genuine anxiety popped up in her brain, but it passed soon enough. Think about it, she figured, she had never tried girls before Becka and that turned out to be awesome. Why get so surprised by enjoying a little pissplay just because she never tried it before either?
On one level Debbie was kind of impressed with herself that she wasn't getting freaked out about it, but deep down inside she still couldn't shake a tiny little sense that there really was something very, very odd about this.
She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and after splashing some cold water on her face she took a good long look in the mirror. Seeing herself looking no worse for wear helped her mental state considerably, and she quickly thought to herself, "Hey, I came to LA for new experiences, right? Fucking your boss sure is a new experience."
The thought made her chuckle, as did the next thought that it was only the fact that Alex was her boss that made the night remarkable, as if having sex with a woman - and getting penetrated, deep, by a woman - was just old hat now. "What a sophisticated connoisseur of deviant sex I am!" she laughed to herself sarcastically.
Satisfied that she was at least able to keep her sense of humor about herself, her spirits had brightened considerably as she walked back out to the living room.
"And, this certainly settles that little mystery," she thought, after finding her pants laying right out on the floor with her thong kind of wadded up inside them, just next to Alex's beige silk top.
Debbie thrilled briefly, as she crouched down to run her hand across the silk, at the memory of Alex's nipples commanding her attention as they pressed proudly against that top. Next she picked her thong out from inside the pants, and gently rubbed the crotch between her thumb and forefinger. Having confirmed that she really did have sex with her boss, she allowed herself to enjoy another quick flash of sexheat over the fact that her thong was still a bit damp. Yeah, Debbie definitely remembered creaming like crazy, but what exactly did they do to each other?
She got up and started trying in earnest to work through some hazy, hot memories of the prior night as she walked towards the kitchen, but she didn't get very far before the sluttiness of her present situation really caught up with her.
The realization that she was walking around her boss's living room, naked from the waist down, fingering the wet crotch of the panties which she vaguely remembered soaking with cum the night before - it all just fanned the sexual embers that had been sparked minutes ago in the bathroom into something more like a full flame.
She quickly thought to herself, "Damn, what is up with me this morning? Everything I do or touch just turns me on!" Like smoke in the wind, thought, those thoughts quickly slipped away into nothingness, and her arousal grew steadily as she remembered passionately kissing Alex and sucking those perfect breasts.
Gulping down a big glass of water and glancing at the kitchen clock, she decided she had plenty of time to give in to all these temptations and get a little more comfortable.
Ok, a lot more comfortable. After unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her arms, Debbie enjoyed a short private laugh about a being a Girl Gone Really Wild as she caressed herself through the delicate cups of her bra, and thought about how slutty it was to be getting ready to go masturbate in her boss' living room. She was heading back over to go sit on the couch when she noticed the big wet spot in the middle, and more details came flooding back to her.
"Oh my God, look at all that cum!" she thought. She kneeled down in front of the couch and ran the fingertips of her left hand gently over the wet stain on the leather.
"Oh yeah, I remember now, she had me laying on my back right here and made me pull my knees up real wide - oh shit, that was really hot." Debbie was getting more and more into it now, her right hand working steadily between her legs.
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