I deepthroated the designated driver — My first deepthroating ever [FM]

*Disclaimer: Alcohol mentions and descriptions in this one. Do not assume you can drink like I did and not get drunk; I have long since lost that superpower. Also, to my fellow cumsluts and deepthroating lovers: do not mix deep cock with alcohol if you want to keep your doctor away.*

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One of the most memorable slutty nights in my youth took place during a bar and nightclub crawl. I was in my late teens (in a country where that’s past the drinking age), oddly unaffected by copious amounts of alcohol, and completely attracted to the designated driver of that night. He was someone’s brother: a few years older, edgy, handsome.

I did not plan to remain sober in bars 1, 2, or 3, where I had the same drinks as everyone else. For whatever reason, I felt absolutely nothing. Designated Driver noticed this — he remarked how I was holding conversation as if I had consumed nothing. Maybe it will hit me later, we thought.

Our group of friends was definitely drunk by club 1. The laughter was loud, the dancing was unabashed. Designated Driver asked if I’d like some help getting drunk for real now, and when I accepted he brought me a much stronger drink than the ones I had had so far. I immediately started to gulp it and he told me to stop, putting his hand on my shoulder. He leaned in to yell in my ear, the equivalent of a whisper in that setting, to take it easy with this one.

Maybe the effect that the alcohol did have in me is it had made me horny. Honestly, I think I was just attracted to him. So I did not move away from him when he leaned in close, and I instead locked my eyes on his when I started drinking. I could see the shift in his eyes, but he quickly collected himself and backed off.

I danced and danced, behaving just like my friends, and he smiled at me from his seat. He must have thought he succeeded in helping. And I must say: he was quite honorable and did not hit on anyone, myself included. That was all on me. When it had gotten too hot on the dance floor, I sat down next to him. He asked if I was having a good time. I said I was, and also still unaffected by the alcohol. He laughed and said, “I don’t believe you.”

I picked up the conversation from where we had left it in the bar, through yells perhaps, and he laughed after a while. How could I not be so drunk with so much alcohol in my body? I told him I was done trying at this point. I also knew we only had one or two clubs ahead of us, and I needed to make my move.

“Honestly, I’m more interested in dancing with you.”

After this club, we went to our last one, which was impossibly crowded. In all honesty, I don’t know how we were all let in. There was barely any room for dancing, but my friends managed to create room for our group.

The crowd gave me all I needed to strike. I separated from my friends but his eyes followed me, and he eventually joined me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and danced with him.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m drunk right now, not to you. But if they ask, tell them I was.”

He laughed and looked back towards the group, perhaps babysitting, perhaps checking for surveillance. I thought he would back out. To my surprise, when I had his attention again, he gave me the deepest kiss and moved his hands to my hips. We made out for an entire song, bodies pressed up and playful hands wandering. Game was definitely on.

We went back to the group, where I enthusiastically danced to a few sexy songs as if I were as drunk as they were, and soon it was time to usher everyone out. No one wanted to leave, no surprises there, but Designated Driver and I wanted to fuck and they were getting close to bad drunk state. So I sat in the back of the van and we dropped them off one by one. Unfortunately, it was a fairly lengthy process. His sister was too drunk to question his dropping her off while I was still there.

When I was alone in the back of the van, he asked me if I wanted to go to his place. I told him I had something to do early in the morning. He looked disappointed.

“Listen, we are close to [undisclosed public sex location]. Can we go there before you take me home?”

When we arrived, he opened the door for me, and I barely took two steps outside the van when I dropped myself to my knees and looked up at him.

“What are you doing? Are you finally drunk?”

I didn’t respond. I just unzipped him, knowing there was no danger of being seen, and took his cock in my hands. I still remember the look in his eyes. I did not have much practice under my belt at this point in my life, but I have always been an orally fixated cumslut. His early twenties hard-on happened immediately, and I started servicing him with my mouth.

I deployed all the tricks I had learned from porn. The firm and slow in-and-outs, the pressed cheeks against cock, the lips around teeth, the tongue rubbing his underside. I held his cock at the base while I milked him, and I moaned at the first taste of precum.

Now, he was an edgy guy. A couple tattoos, a beautiful black wardrobe, a strategic piercing. I knew my gamble and I made it:

“I want to know what it feels like to get slapped while I have your cock down my throat.”

“Oh my God.”

I continued as normal, and he did nothing at first. Maybe he was freaked out, or hesitant. But when I moved in to take him as deep as I could, his hands went to the back of my head, and he didn’t let me pull back. This must have been the first time someone made me choke on his cock. My eyes filled up with tears and I thought he’d let up, but he didn’t. I gagged hard around him, and it was only then that he let go.

“Oh God,” I said between gasps, before I moved in to continue sucking him. He grunted at my willingness, and I worked him for a few more seconds before he told me to look at him. I did that, with his cock in my mouth, and he slowly pulled me in a second time. I tried to hold still. Then I gagged. My body flailed. He pulled out.

We did this several times, and his own confidence grew. He began to hold me longer, and he’d talk to me while I deepthroated him. He said he had no idea I was such a good slut. He didn’t know I loved cock so. I loved the talk, but I didn’t know what to respond. So he slapped me.

“Tell me you love to suck my cock.”

“I love to suck your cock, [Designated Driver].”

At this point, he started face fucking — but, between my novice and the alcohol, I didn’t last long. My gagging and tears were out of control, and my body began to resist his grip around my neck, in my hair. I was close to needing an out. But he was close, and he held me down on his cock one last time as his cock twitched once, reaching orgasm.

I gagged around his cum and he let go of me as he came. I panted as he painted my face with his sperm.

He looked at me for a few seconds, zipping back up, before he moved his fingers to brush away the cum nearest to my eyes. He brought them to my mouth, and I moaned when he fed me.

When it was over, he laughed and said he didn’t have any towels in the van, and I might want to wash up before I go home. I said it was fine, no one would be up. We kissed one last time when he dropped me off, and I rushed in to avoid witnesses, and also to take a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My tits were covered in fluids, my makeup was ruined, my smile was big. I was surprisingly sober but very satisfied.

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