Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Did she blank out about that, too?


No matter, she grabbed a fresh pair of boxer shorts from his wardrobe, some sweat pants and an oversized shirt before retreating underneath her boyfriend's blanket. Perhaps now she might be able to claim the restful slumber she had been missing out on. Her soft, warm hands wrapped around his sleeping form as she cuddled up to him and closed her eyes...



Simultaneously in an adjacent room, a distinct noise appeared. An intrusive digital beep, it startled Robbie and tore him from his dreams.

He had slept on the carpet, right next to his bed.

After the guys had entirely spent themselves, and probably ejaculated every single drop of semen they had to offer into Anushka's receptive pussy, they carried her to the guest bedroom. Robbie returned to hopelessly stare at the obscene puddle of cum right where she had spent most of her time. On his bed. Which he had no intention to lie in, not after he saw that disgusting mess.



So after using a whole bunch of towels to try and wipe away most of the excess, he stripped off the bed sheets and tossed them into the washing machine. All that spunk had soaked down to the mattress -- he had no choice but to sleep on the carpet.

Needless to say he didn't appreciate being woken up by some loud beeping device.

It did turn out to be a pleasant surprise, however. It was his camcorder's signal and indicated the batteries were running low. He approached his camcorder -- it was still on his desk, right where he had placed it after initially escorting Anushka to his room.



His expectations were even more blown out of proportion when he accessed the memory and watched the video file. It was all right there. The girls he recorded at the beginning of the party, the shaky movement when he went upstairs with Anushka, and the hours of sexual exploration they shared together. It was recorded at a perfect angle, showing everything. He fast-forwarded the clip, and then quickly ejected the tape to keep it inside one of the drawers of his nightstand.

That's when he noticed that Anushka had forgotten her phone. Curiosity got the better of him, since it still seemed to be unlocked. He browsed right to the picture gallery where he found another little heap of treasures. A whole bunch of -- arguably tasteful -- nude pictures that she had sent to his older brother.










Robbie sent a copy of every single one to himself. His little stash would keep him satisfied for months, possibly years to come. Robbie couldn't be happier.

But then her phone released an urgent beep.

A little notification popped up. It was gibberish: "Purrchess plantB ASAA."

He barely suppressed a laugh at the memory just how drunk she seemed to be at first, at least until she seemed to sober up temporarily. She must've typed that message by accident, he figured. It was just random letters and didn't make any sense.

His fingertip danced across the digital screen as he swiped to the side and pushed that flashing button that confirmed his selection. Delete notification. After all, she didn't need a reminder of how drunk and fuck she was.



For the following few weeks, none of them dared bringing up the topic of his birthday. They all assumed that Anushka simply didn't want to talk about what happened, they had no idea that she truly didn't know or remember. Robbie was perfectly content with the way he got to lose his virginity, and his friends were more than happy with the outcome after they received a copy of the recording.