Waking me up at 2 in the morning to drive you home bar was a pain in the ass, but I’d rather get out of bed than you be in danger. I don’t talk much on the way to your place, but you’re so drunk you practically can’t shut up. Your words are slurred and you’re not making perfect sense, just telling me about how your night went and some bitch named Jessica.
We pull up to your place and you ask for help getting inside; you don’t want to fall up the stairs. Yeah yeah, ok, whatever. I practically carry you to your room and sit on the side of your bed before asking if you’re good for me to leave you. You tell me you’re fine but as I go to leave you grab my hand and ask me to stay.
“I don’t wanna go to bed yet, I don’t wanna be alone,” you slur out. I agree to stay for a few minutes and sit near you. You keep talking about random things from your day and I’m struggling to pay attention as I try not to doze off. “Hold on, It’s so fucking hot in here.” You tell me as you stand up and drop your dress off of your shoulders and onto the floor. My eyes go wide as you stand next to me in your underwear. You’re perky tits covered by a pink silk bra and your panties just a scrape of pink cloth with some string holding it to you. You unhook your bra and slide it off too, slinging it to me as I catch it without realizing my actions.
Your warmth is still in the material and I can smell your perfume on it. I look at it instead of your now bare chest, trying to respect your privacy. You exclaim that it’s much better now and sit back down next to me, noticing that I’m still avoiding looking at you. With a flip of your hair you fully expose your chest to me and tell me to look.
“I’m not ashamed of these babies, they look good and not enough people get to see how fucking good they look.” Your honesty in your drunken state has fully taken over any form of modesty you had. I oblige and look down at your chest. Damn. Got damn… the bra didn’t do justice for how perky and just plain perfect your boobs are. You rotate your chest back and forth a few times to show them off, giggling. As distracted as I am I don’t react when you take my hands and cup them over your tits, making my squeeze them.
“They’re fucking perfect,” I murmur before snapping out of it, relaxing my grip on your firm melons. You let me take my hands back to my lap, nervously trying to hide my boner a bit from you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, you’re drunk, I- I’m sorry,”. I stammer, feeling my face glowing red. You laugh loudly at me, telling me it’s ok, you liked it. You lean forward and try to unbuckle your heels, your fingertips fumbling over the clasp. After several failed attempts you rotate your body and lay your feet on my lap.
“Help me,” you ask sweetly. I take your heels off for you and expect you to put your feet back on the carpet but you leave them there. “Do you like my pedicure? I just got it today. The nail color was like coral some shit, but I think it’s cute!” You ramble on. I agree and notice you rubbing my crotch with your toes. I start rubbing your feet to keep them from arousing me further. “You don’t like my feet?” You ask innocently. My ex used to love it when I got a pedi and then jacked him off.” Trying to figure out how best to respond still, you take the time to lean forward and unbutton my pants. I protest, you’re too drunk, but you keep saying, “I just wanna see if you like it too,” finally I give up and let you unzip my pants and pull my stuff dick out. “Ooooo…” you excitedly dramatize your reaction. “You’re good and big,” I thank the compliment and you lean back and start using your toes to tease at my cock.
I have to admit it feel better than I expected when your soft feet start caressing me and you hold my shaft between your soles. I don’t know if I could cum to it, but it’s nice for sure. With my eyes on your dainty toes, I don’t see as quickly as I hear you playing with yourself, eyes glued to my dick. I let you enjoy yourself without saying anything, just watching your fingers as they rub your simp and slide inside of your body with a very wet sound. You stop rubbing me long enough to pull your panties off, the little crotch area there is a darker purple against the drier pink.
“I’m gonna use my hands, my feet are cramping,” you explain as you sit upright and across from me. You bite your lip and put your panties up to my nose, letting the tantalizing aroma of your wetness be drawn in by my nose, inhaling louder than I mean to. You giggle and tie them around my head in a sort of poorly covering blindfold with the wet crotch laying across my nose. I keep my eyes closed, understanding your game. I feel you fingers on my lips and I open them to taste your sweetness from your fingers.
You’re own excitement lubes your hands as you jerk me off. I can hear when you take one hand from me and finger yourself to get more wetness. My hand reaches for your thigh and starts to slowly creep up and to the inside of your leg. You tell me I can touch your vag, which I interpret as the go ahead to finger fuck you. You giggle and moan as my fingers feel their way to your bald slit, your juices soaking between your thighs. My fingers have no issue spreading your lips and penetrating you. The sloppy wet sound coming from your only works me up even more.
“Ok, I’ve been jacking you off a while now,” I start to feel disappointed that I’m evidently not going to finish. “I need more than that hand…”. I feel you moving on the bed and before I can say anything, your simp is against my mouth, wetness covering my chin. “I know you want a taste, you’ve been sniffing my pussy all night.” You’re right, I had been wanting to get a taste of your honey. My tongue inside of you proves this to you without saying a word. I hold your thighs as you grind on my face, your hint of stubble from shaving the day before rubbing against my face. It doesn’t take you long to cum, your drunken state making it easier for you to relax. You do so without too much fuss or exaggeration, simply moaning and panting while your body rides the wave of pleasure.
You pull yourself off of my lips and I feel you moving, still stroking myself in case you were done. Maybe you’d let me jerk off onto your tits or stomach or some-
“Ohhh fuck! Ahh!” You had moved down and sat on my cock, my hand holding it up enough for you sink fully down to your pelvis on me. Without expecting it the hot, tight, wetness of your pussy on my cock made me cum too soon. “Oh fuck, fuck! I am so fucking sorry!” I exclaim, embarrassed beyond belief. Not to mention I had just cum balls deep inside of you…
“Did you just cum in me?” You laugh out. I sheepishly admit I did before apologizing again. “I don’t fucking care, bust as many nuts in me as you want, I have an IUD.” You don’t seem to notice that I’ve become flaccid inside of you, furthering my shame. “Do you want to be done? Or do you want me to get you hard again so you can actually fuck this tight little pussy like you want?” I tell you I want to try again, removing your panty blindfold. I can see my cum dripping out of you as you get off of my slightly hardened dick. “Don’t feel bad, it happens to the best of us,” you sit on my stomach, snatch still leaking onto me. You kiss me, letting me taste the liquor and cigarettes on your breathe and letting you taste your own juices from mine.
“Let’s try that again,” I say after a few minutes to work myself back up. I roll you off of me and you get on your knees, laying your chest on the bed. Your pussy pouts out from between your legs, inviting me in. I crawl to you and grab your waist, dragging the tip of my cock from your clit all the way up your ass crack and back a few times.
“No butt stuff!” You yell back at me. I stop going that far and instead focus of teasing between your lips. “You can fuck my pussy all damn night, but don’t put it in my ass,” you inform me. Alright then, pussy it is. This time it’s you who’s surprised when I forcefully ram my dick into your body, pulling back on your hips for an even harder fuck. I fuck you like a jack rabbit, your breathes squeaks as you try to moan. “Pull my hair baby,” You tell me. Taking a fistful of blonde locks I yank your head back as I continue to pound you, bottoming you intensely.
“You like that?” I ask while slapping your ass hard enough to leave a purple welt. You moan out an agreement. Tiring out I slow my pace, instead giving hard jabs into you.
“Roll me over, I wanna watch.” You ask of me. I pull out of you and you get on your back, sitting up on your elbows. Standing on the floor I pull you to me and put my cock back inside of your grool and cum covered snatch. “Look how fucking messy you made me,” first I think your upset before you clarify. “That’s so fucking hot. I love watching myself get fucked,” I remember you practically have no filter right now. “Like feeling it is good enough, but watching you put your body inside of me and feeling you cum in my vag is just…” you shiver and grin.
“I think I’m too drunk to cum again baby, you can finish if you want to, it’s ok.” Your eyes are rolling and I can tell you’re close to passing out. “Just cum in me again, I love that feeling!” You admit to me. I speed up a bit before fulfilling your request, blowing my load deep in your snatch for the second time. You smile and moan your satisfaction at the feeling.
I pull myself out of you and wipe my cock with my boxers, looking for something to help clean you with. While I’m looking you take your black dress and wipe yourself dry with it, staining it with the evidence of our pleasure. You stumble to your dresser and put on a clean pair of panties, this time boyshorts. You return to the bed and call for me to come over, telling me to stay and hold you. I agree, not willing to put a fight anymore.
“You’re going to be so fucking hungover in the morning…” I muse. There’s a long pause and you laugh for a second.
“The only thing I better be hungover is the counter while you fuck me again.” I think I can handle that…
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