When your date gets too drunk, it’s typically either a let down in the bedroom or something really weird happens. This is a story of something really weird.
Let me introduce you to Aly. She’s a feisty hippy with long, wavy brown hair, greenish-blue eyes, a curvy body type with a big ass and tits that could fill a handful. She wore large round glasses that may have been just for show rather than to correct her vision and was often in long flowing skirts, sandals and a tight tank top. She is a yoga instructor on the weekends and a hairstylist during the week. She also made it clear that she smoked a lot of pot and liked to party.
Aly and I met online and had been chatting for around two days before we decided to meet up at a bar downtown. During this short chatting time, I learned she wanted to move out to Colorado and teach yoga, she worked at a chain hairstyle studio, and that her nipples were pierced. She teased me with some pictures of the barbells showing through her shirt and said I’d need to see them in person.
Our date finally arrives and I head downtown to meet Aly. I was working second shift at the time, so it was already around 11pm when I made my way down there. She had been texting me, telling me she was already downtown and had been to a few bars already, but that she was excited to meet. I get to our designated meeting spot and Aly shows up not long after I’ve gotten my first drink.
And she is so totally wasted.
Poor Aly could barely walk straight and more or less fell into the bar stool next to me, leaning in to give me a big hug. She was talking loudly, telling me of the bars she had just been to, and ordered herself a light beer. I had a suspicion she was on something more than just booze, but being the first time I’ve ever met her in person, I wasn’t too sure. However, it didn’t take long before she had taken off one of her sandals and had her foot between my legs, rubbing her toes against my cock within my jeans. She didn’t even finish her light beer before she asked if we wanted to go back to her place.
This is where I should have just called her an Uber and went to my own home, but my dick had other ideas.
As I had only had one and a half beers myself, I offered to drive her home. I practically had to carry her to the car as she was having trouble standing, and once I had her car door open, she started making out with me very…dramatically. She flung herself into my arms, forcing me to hold her up as she dipped herself and slid her leg up my side. It probably looked super romantic in her head, but in reality it was an embarrassing mess. More than one person was staring, so I quickly packed her into the passenger seat of the car. Once we got onto the road, she relaxed a bit by putting her feet up on the dashboard and asking if we could stop for McDonalds.
Cue eye roll. But maybe it would sober her up a bit.
Aly begins to then rant about the evils of McDonalds and the poor animals. But she still wants her McNuggets. We get to the drive thru and order. She wants to pay, but I don’t let her….so far she has been a VERY cheap date. Once we are back on the road, Aly starts sobbing as she eats her McNuggets. She is telling me about all the horrors these chickens faced and that she can’t believe she is eating this. She also tells me not to judge her – a little too late for that.
Aly manages to finish her box of “sinful” McNuggets before we reach her home. Again, she has her legs up on the dashboard and starts sliding her long skirt down her thighs. She’s not crying anymore and grabs my right hand, placing it between her thighs on the soft cotton fabric of her panties. I don’t need her to tell me what to do here, so I start rubbing her and she leans back in the chair, letting me drive her home and finger her at the same time. I hook my finger around the edge of her panties and pull them to the side, then slide my middle finger into her wet pussy. Aly lets out a pleasured moan as I enter her and begin thrusting my finger in and out, eventually adding a second finger inside her. Aly is squirming on the car seat next to me, moaning and squeezing her tits through her tank top.
Finally, we get to her home and I pull into the driveway. She has a cute, small old home with a porch and lots of potted plants outside, along with rocking chairs and an ash tray. I slide my soaked fingers out of Aly’s pussy and follow her inside. Her room is right next to the front door, so I don’t see much of her place before she closes the door behind us. Her bedroom looked like a stereotypical stoner room. Psychedelic posters and tapestries on the wall, little twinkling lights strung around the ceiling, and instead of a bed, she had what looked like a GIANT bean bag.
Aly doesn’t waste any time though, and begins dramatically making out with me again. Her hands roamed my body, clutching at my ass and crotch before she pulled off my shirt. She ran her hands across my chest and through my chest hair, smiling and mentioning how she liked that. I reached out myself and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, pulling it up over her head. She really did have nice tits, just big enough to fill my hands and both were pierced with little silver bars. Aly let me take my time with her tits, and I grabbed, squeezed and sucked on each one. She pulled my head in close, holding me tightly to her chest as my tongue darted around her nipples and lapped at the metal bars.
Her hand made its way down to my hardened cock in my jeans and as she rubbed me, she whispered that she needed me inside her. I take my attention away from her tits and start undoing my pants while Aly turns around and lays on her stomach over the bean bag bed. She hikes her skirt up around her waist, showing off her large, thick ass in a thong. My cock is rock hard by the time I free it from its fabric prison and I quickly slide a condom from my wallet over myself. I grab the top of her thong with both hands and slowly pull it down over her ass, getting close to kiss her cheeks as I make my way down. I finally reveal her pussy, dripping wet and, as I felt earlier, sporting a neatly trimmed bush.
I stand up straight again, placing my hands on her hips and push myself inside Aly. My cock slides into her easily and her tight pussy gives me a warm hug. Aly groans as I push the length of my cock inside of her, letting her feel every inch of me. Then I start thrusting. My hips pull back until just the head of my dick is inside her and I slam forward again with a deep, hard push. Aly’s thick, curvy body is built to take a hard pounding, and thats exactly what I give her. Her hands clutch at the random blankets strewn over the bean bag bed as I send a ripple of pleasure and pain through her with another deep thrust. Our skin slaps loudly together as my hips make contact with her ass and I hold onto her tightly.
Thrust after thrust, I pound into Aly’s nice pussy, trying to fuck the drunk out of her. She is spouting all kinds of affirmations between her moans and groans and eventually her legs start to shake and she lets out a loud “Oh god, yes!” I watch as her back convulses a few times and her legs shake as she cums around my cock. Every wave of pleasure for her tightens her pussy around my thick shaft still buried deep inside her cunt. Its at this point that I start to slow down on my rhythm, allowing her to recover from the orgasm and let myself catch a breath.
I take the time to grab Aly’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart to see her tight, dark asshole. I gather up some spit and let a large drop slowly fall down and land around her asshole and with my finger, I start to gently rub it in. Aly doesn’t protest as I start to push my finger inside her ass, getting to the first knuckle as I slowly fuck her pussy. I push further, getting to the second knuckle in her ass, deciding not to go further, but to continually finger fuck her asshole while I took her pussy at the same time. I probably could have taken Aly anally, but I could already feel my orgasm coming and decided to go with what I had. As my balls started to tingle and my cock pulse, I reached up with my free hand and grabbed a fist full of Aly’s wavy hair, pulling her head back as I let her know I was cumming inside her. My cock pulsated inside her pussy, cumming hard and long. Finally finished, I pulled my finger out of her ass and allowed myself to collapse onto Aly’s back. My cock eventually slipped out of her as we both caught our breath, sweaty and satisfied.
I fell asleep with Aly on the bean bag bed, her head on my chest. Bean bag beds are surprisingly comfortable, and the way she had it set up, you could fall asleep in any direction since there were no sheets or blankets to tuck in. The next morning, I was woken to Aly hovering over me, sucking on my morning wood. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as her mouth worked the top. She noticed I was awake and smiled at me with my cock still between her lips. I reached up and placed a hand on top of her head, my fingers twirling through her hair again. She bobbed her head up and down, twisting her tongue around my cock head and took me as deep as she could. Eventually she pulled my cock out of her mouth and asked me to fuck her again, whispering the words as she held my manhood in her hand.
Unfortunately, I had to tell Aly that I didn’t have another condom. She seemed disappointed, but said “gotta be safe” and she went back to sucking on my cock. Aly gave good head, able to take my entire length down her throat without even a gag. She worked up and down my shaft, paying attention to every inch. I let her know when I had to cum and she took my sticky white load in her mouth as I pumped load after load inside. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, and my post-nut clarity started kicking in, remembering the night and all that happened.
Aly came back, freshened up and dressed. She then asked if I could drive her to work, since her car was in the shop. Grateful for the morning head, I agreed and took her to her barbershop in a strip mall. On the way, she must have also realized how crazy she was the night before and told me that, “usually just a finger in the ass is as wild as I get.” I’m not sure if that was an apology for crying over McNuggets, getting wasted, or just her letting me know that she doesn’t typically do what we did.
Regardless, after dropping her off, Aly and I never spoke again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mxjt0b/mf_fucking_the_drunk_out_of_my_tinder_date
You got a link to Aly’s profile handy hahaha? Good story man.