Where the hell am I ?

That is Alexa cloud nine'first thought as she awakes from a mystifying eternal rest. Her 2nd thought process is of the raging headache that just came over her, the result of a monumental hangover. Whatever she'd drunk last night, it was either very secure, or in very large quantities. Or, probably both.

curtain raising her eyes, she stares blearily around the room, and is happy to agnise it is her hotel room, which she had been staying in for the previous night's episode of Raw.

That's secure, she thinks, at least I made it back okay.

beholding her purse on the bedside locker, she reaches a hand out to grab it, but her arm is prodded by something in the bed. She reaches inside the bed covers to recover the foreign object, and pulls out a pair of glasses.

They are not hers.

Only then does she realise that she isn't wearing any underwear. She always wears a dyad of knickers going to bed when she's on her own, so if she is completely nude, that can only have in mind one matter :

She fucked someone lastly night, and they must have left their glasses behind.

Oh capital, not again, she thinks, as she slowly sits up in bed, her tits popping out from under the covers.

Leaning over, she puts the glass down on the bedside locker, and retrieves her handbag.

She is relieved to see that all of her belonging are still there, including her telephone set, pocketbook and tampons. Looking around the elbow room, she also realises that her shoes, a black clothes and underwear have all been neatly placed on a nearby chair.

Wow, what a gentleman he must have been, she thinks. He didn't even study her knickers with him to wank in, or sell on eBay.

taking her phone out of her bag, she hopes it will provide her with some clues as to what she might have done after Raw ended.

Sure enough, her most recent flick are selfies of her in a fateful dress, partying in a golf club somewhere. But she doesn't see anyone she recognises, nor does she see anyone wearing a pair of glasses.

It's starting to make out back to her now. She wanted to go partying after Raw, but none of the former women were groovy on the idea, so she decided to go by herself.

At least she knows how her night started. The bad news is that based on the amount of alcohol she was drinking in the mental picture, she is unlikely to remember any more than that.

Not unless any footage of her night out emerged on sociable media overnight, which would be a big problem, but a quick search of Google reveals nix incriminating.

Finally mustering the enduringness to travel, Alexa puts her telephone down and drag her naked ass out of bed.

Confident that the rest of her belongings are in the wardrobe where she left them, she heads towards the bathroom and closes the door.

After having a piss, a shit and washing out her backtalk, she heads for the cascade, hoping the frigidness weewee will solve her head and wake her up.

The low temperature nebulizer makes her shiver, giving her goosebumps and making her nipples so hard that they could cut meth. After adjusting to the temperature, she grabs the hotel's shower gel and spreads it all over her consistency. Working up a lather in every crevice, she pays special attending to her genital organ and in between her tits.

She loves it when guys cum between her tits, and if she had sex finale night, then she knows she probably asked for it.

As she steps out of the shower, she hears the door of the hotel elbow room open and close.

Not a problem, she thinks. It's probably just house-keeping. Putting on the complimentary bandaging robe hanging on the rear of the bath door, she opens the doorway and emerges back into the hotel room, expecting to recognise the hotel employee.

But the person standing there is not a hotel employee.

"Oh hey, you're up"the unidentified male says.

He is a tight-fitting man, in his 20s, wearing a wrestling T-shirt and shorts. He is holding a Starbucks cup in one hired man, having just put a second cup and a way key down on a nearby table.

"Uh, yeah… yeah, I am, …"Alexa responds, trying to picture out who the man is, and what answer he is expecting to hear.

"Coffee ?"he asks, handing over the arcsecond umber cup.

"Thanks,"she says, accepting the cup, but wary of crapulence from it for the time being.

"So… that happened go nighttime"

"Yeah, about that…"

"Look, I understand. I obviously know who you are, but you don't have to worry, I'm not going to recount a psyche about last night"

He seems like a really nice guy, Alexa thinks. He didn't take any of her matter, he's offering not to tell anyone what happened… he even brought her coffee.

She needs to know what happened last nighttime, and he deserves to know the truth. So, she decides, that is exactly what she will differentiate him.

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, and I'm sorry in advance… but I have no melodic theme what we did. I remember going to the club, but I was so drunk. I don't know where we met, I don't remember where we went… I don't even think your figure. I'm… so sorry."

"You don't remember… anything ?"

"No, sorry."

"Okay… well, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Can you severalize me ? It's okey, whatever happened, I'm okay with it. But I really would like to know."

"Well… it was my twin's 21st natal day yesterday. A mathematical group of us went for something to eat, then we went to Raw because we're all hand-to-hand struggle buff, and then we went drinking all night."

"Did we conform to at the society ?"

"No, my mates and I were drinking at the bar here in the hotel. We all left the bar at around 3am, and when we were leaving, we saw you coming in to the hotel. You had obviously been drinking as well, but I didn't know you were at a ball club until just now."

"OK, then what ?"she asks, now feeling dependable enough to drink the coffee she is holding.

"Out of all my mates, I'm the entirely one who's one, so they said I should go over and ask for your number. I was drunk myself, so it seemed like a not bad idea at the time. But to my surprise, you said I could bear to a greater extent than that…"

"And I asked you to hail back to my room."

"I actually asked you to get back to mine first, and incredibly, you said yes."

"Wait… this is your room ?"

"Yeah, did you not see my hooey in the closet ? And how did you retrieve I just let myself in ? I assumed your room key was in your handbag."

"I… didn't check,"Alexa admits, regretting not looking in the wardrobe, or looking to see if her way key was at the bottom of her bag.

"Anyway, we came up here to my way and we… well…"

"Fucked."

"Yeah, if you could call it that."

"And… how was it ?"

"It was… fine."

"Just… fine ?"she asks, curiously. She hasn't received such a luke-warm remark about her sex since the clock time she lost her virginity.

"Honestly… I mean… you wanted it, for sure. But you were pretty out of it, so I had to do all the oeuvre. And I think you enjoyed it, but…"

"It was a bit of an anti-climax ?"

"Yeah…"

"Sorry, like I said, I wasn't at my safe. And I really do take account you not telling anyone, that's very kind of you."

"That's okay. My Paraguay tea wouldn't believe me anyway, they probably think you ditched me at the door."

"rightfield, well… I should go. Um… I found your field glass, they were underneath me in the bed, I left them there on the bedside locker."

"Oh, thanks, I was wondering where they went to."

coating her deep brown, throwing the empty cup in the bin and retrieving all of her poppycock, she keeps the dressing robe on as she heads out of the hotel room, before realising that there was one thing she still didn't know.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry,"she says as she stands in the hallway with the way door still open air."I never got your name."

"Oh yeah, I told you lastly nighttime, but you forgot that as well. It's Jason."

"Jason. Thank you, for everything."

"Sure,"he says abruptly, as he closes the door.

Staring at the closed threshold in front of her, Alexa feels so guilty.

He was a nice guy, he didn't do anything ill-timed. In fact, he did a lot of affair right.

But what about her ?

No, she got so drunk that she didn't remember coming together him, didn't remember having sex with him, and didn't even remember his name !

He had clearly been let down by her, and by everything that happened, when she knows it should throw been one of the highlights of his life.

Reality did not experience up to the fantasy, and it was all her fault.

Frustrated, she heaves all of her point in to one arm, and knocks heavily on the doorway with her free hand.

"Did you leave something else ?"he says as he opens the door, now wearing his glasses.

Ignoring him, Alexa barges back in to the room.

"okey, there's something you should know about me,"she proclaims, as she throws her things onto the ground, and fishes around in her handbag for something.

"What's that ?"

"I hate disappointing mass,"she says, pulling her phone out of her bag."Whether it's disappointing the boss with a bad couple, or disappointing fans by not having time to signalise their stuff, or disappointing people in the bedroom. I hate it."

"And ?"

"And you're clearly disappointed with what happened cobbler's last night. There's cypher I can do to fix that, but I can arrive at up for it."

"Oh yeah, how's that ?"he says, looking interested despite his clear frustration.

"By giving you an experience that you will never forget…"

…Alexa unties her dressing gown, letting it fall to the floor…

"…and by recording it to make sure we can never block it again…"

…Alexa opens the camera on her phone, and starts recording a video.

"I… uh…"Jason stutters.

"There we go. Hard to say no when there's a defenseless woman standing right in presence of you, isn't it ?"

Alexa moves over to the desk and sets her phone down, facing the camera towards the bed. She then makes her way towards the bed, and sits down seductively, pegleg spread wide open.

"ejaculate on then… remind me of how in force you are. And keep the glasses, you're cuter when you wear them…"

He pulls his shirt off, making sure enough his meth remain in lieu, as he makes his way over to Alexa. She can she his erection growing through his shorts, and she puts her hand up the leg of his short circuit, stroking his putz, feeling the descent pumping through its vein.

"You like that ? There's more where that came from,"she says, as she invites him to stroke her breast while she strokes his dick.

Suddenly, she wraps her arms around his head and drags him down onto the bed, rolling around so that she ends up on top of him.

"I am a wrestler, remember ? I can twist you and fuck you any way I want…"she teases, as she leans down, passionately kissing him, ramming her tongue down his pharynx, as her white meat rest on his chest.

She can sense his throbbing pecker through his shorts, and can't wait to pull them off.

She shifts backwards, pulling his boxers down, revealing the gumshoe that she so desperately craves.

kneel in the footing, while he lays on the bed, she locks her mouth around the peter and licks it up and down, tasting the pre-cum she has made him produce.

She hears him moan in delight, while she gags as his tip touches the cover of her throat.

"Mmm, I want it inside me,"she says, releases the vacuum around his dick.

Climbing up onto the bed, she gets on all-fours, spreading her moist purulent mouth to ask over him to manoeuvre his penis inside.

He duly obliges, resting one hand on her waist while she caresses her ass with the other.

He thrusts in and out, every question setting off the pleasance centres in her brain.

"Oh ! Oh God, yes !"she screams, with her spine arched and her fountainhead bent back.

He spanks her ass, sending a crack like the sound of a whip echoing through the room.

"piece of tail, yeah, again !"she tells him, which he obeys.

"Ohh… fuck !"she screams, as she feels cum dripping out of her pussy, her knocker flopping around.

"I'm going to cum soon…"he tell her in advance, panting as he says it.

"Okay… turn me on my spine,"she says.

He fully withdraws his dick, allowing her to strike the position.

"Did I tell you finally night how I like to finish ?"she asks.

"No"

"Fuck my tits and cum in them."

With no objection, he starts titty-fucking her, while she starts fingering herself, easily fitting four fingers in because of how wet she is.

His hawkshaw, covered in her cum, playground slide easily through her tits.

"Here it comes ! Ah !"he announces, as a stream of lovesome, white cum spurt out of the tip of his dick.

It spurts up, covering her all the way from her boob to the tip of her nose. She opens her oral cavity in pleasure, allowing it to drop inside.

His study done, he then goes down on her, taking her finger's breadth out of her pussy and replacing them with his own.

She grabs the edge of the bed as she screams and spasm in delight, covering his hand in cum.

She grabs his script so she can lap it off and gustatory perception it, as he collapses beside her, both of them panting with exhaustion.

"That… was…"Alexa starts to say.

"Unforgettable ?"

"I was going to say ‘ incredible ’, but yeah, that works too."

"You're going to have to beam me a copy of that video, by the way,"he tells her, looking over to her phone on the desk.

"It's much better than an autograph, that's for for sure ”, Alexa laughs, as they lay in bed all morning, before exchanging touch item and parting ways.

Meanwhile…

Unbeknownst to both of them, an unknown figure sits in a dark room.

The only source of luminosity is the laptop computer screen door in front of them.

The anatomy's eyes dart around the sieve, studying every column inch of the video recording they are watching.

The malware they have installed on Alexa's phone has finally paid dividends.

Right-clicking the telecasting Indian file, the anatomy renames the file to"Alexa blissfulness and Fan ”.

The bod then moves the file to a leaflet labelled"point ”.

Hovering the cursor over the folder, The Figure sees there are now 23 picture Indian file contained within.

Happy with their oeuvre, The soma closes the laptop, plunging the elbow room into darkness…