At this point, we’ve been together for a couple of years. She’s 5’4, booty to die for, and fit. I love watching her put jeans on, super sexy. One thing to note, is she’s very well spoken and diplomatic. More importantly, she’s very soft spoken. However, when she’s drunk she becomes a bratty little girl. It’s one of the most polar opposites I’ve ever seen in a drunk person.
“I’m going to a costume party with the girls. I think I’m going to go as a race car girl.”
…at this point, I simply reply “what’s a race car girl?”
“Y’know, the girl who waves the flag at the beginning and end of a race.”
Fast forward a couple of weeks later and she comes out of the bedroom ready for the party. It’s a skintight suit with checkered flags on it. “I think it’s a bit slutty….”
“It’s very sexy babe, go have fun.”
..and off she goes.
For whatever reason, I went to bed early that night only to be awoken at 3AM by someone barging through our place. My little race girl has come home, obviously very drunk.
I go down and grab her, and bring her to bed. Give her some water to drink, and lay her in bed. Like a toddler having a hissy fit, she complains about going to bed in her costume. She unzips the suit and kicks it off to reveal she’s naked under the suit.
“Uhhhhh…” she moans as she’s spread eagle naked on the bed. “BAAAAAABEEEEEE….. can you hurry up and fuck me, I need you to cum inside.”
Being the good BF I am, I proceed to take my clothes off and get hard. As this is going on, my gf is rubbing her clit vigorously in anticipation of penetration.
I get in place and place the tip of my cock at the entry to the promised land. “mmmmmmmmmm……” is all I hear.
She’s soaking wet and I slide in.
“That’s it babe, I need your cum inside me. I’m so drunk, fuck me hard and let’s go to sleep.”
I put my elbows beside her ears and mount. My gf is spread under me with her hands on my ass encouraging me to thrust away.
We fuck. The entire time she stinks of alcohol, cigarettes, and is leaving lipstick marks all over my face and neck. I’m soaked in sweat, her pussy is gushing juice, and then suddenly she’s had enough.
“Cum for me baby.”
I grab her hair in my fingers behind her head as I trust. I hold onto her tightly as ejaculate unleashes inside her. Pump after pump, I feel her absorb all my lust into her. I grunt with each thrust. Spent, I collapse on top of her and roll over. I grab some tissues and place it on her pussy as the creampie I’ve given her spills out.
She’s now passed out, I’m exhausted, her pussy is covered in tissues, and I look like some three year old did makeup on my face.
I wake up in the morning to her stirring, making soft noises as she comes to terms with the amount of alcohol she had just 12 hours earlier. As she sits up in bed, she looks at me and my face.
“What happened to you?”
“That’s all you”
She then looks down and looks at her tissue covered pussy. It’s a mix of bodily fluids, and smells like musky sex.
“…and this?”
“You made me do that…”
“We had sex last night? I don’t remember anything after I stepped in the door last night”
“Yeah babe… the proof’s all inside you.”
She looks over at me dead in the eye and smiles.
“I have a headache.. can you fuck it out of me right now?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uiafs6/my_gf_comes_home_drunk_from_a_costume_party_next
Know for sure u were the first guy that night? Was she usually that wet? Could have been another guy right before u.
What answer to curing a hang over! Lol. Question, can sec actually help get rid of a hangover?
Drunk sex is so fun when its with someone you trust, especially when one of the people is usually really closed-off. The contrast of all those inhibitions going out the window is great
Oof, she’s gonna get a UTI doing stuff like that
The gentlemanly thing to do would be to remove the tissues after the creampie my doodah.
God this is so hot 🥵
Damn, she’s the gf we all wished we had
What happened at the party tho
Damn sounds hot but I can’t help but think you probably wasn’t the only cream pue that night. I mean Why else would she be that horny ijs
So, she goes out in a costume she calls “slutty”, comes home blackout drunk, sopping wet and without underwear? You do you, but I’d ask her for some more details about the night, and get tested. Yours may not be her first car race that night.
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