"Oh my God, babe. I can feel his cum leaking into my panties. "
All dressed and ready to be picked up by her date, your wife seemed to be on a mission with this guy. You chuckle because the days leading up to this day, she was so antsy and had you lick her on a daily basis because she was so horny for him. Now as you try to find your tongue seeing how sexy she is for him you ask one simple question. "Do you think he'll want to fuck you." She says nothing and makes a face smirking when the doorbell rang. Before leaving she smiled saying. "I'll see you in the morning." After she left you muttered the obvious reproach to yourself. "Dumb question."
Your girlfriend, your sister, their two besties, all of them have been checking their dresses again and again to see if they looked as outwardly sexy as they wanted to be for the party, for the four black boys they had invited over. You envisioned your role at the party, being like a maid for all of them, serving drinks and whatever any of them would fancy. Like last time. Last time, one of the black boys had even fucked your girlfriend in your own room; at least he used a condom, you saw two used condoms in your room after they left. But she told you … that she’s still your girlfriend.
Wearing a short little flirty skirt and knee high boots in winter is kinda my thing.
Get me drunk. Convince me to have another shot because there's no way I have such a low alcohol tolerance. Tell me I'm such a baby for not wanting another drink. Make me have another and another until I can barely walk. Tease me for getting drunk that easily, while you're pretty much sober.
Pretend to be helping me, get me to bed safely, pull those sweaty clothes off of me. Now I'm naked and drunk, helpless. I already dozed off in your arms on the way here, but as you're starting to tease my clit, I'm wide awake. I try telling you to stop, pushing you off, but I'm too drunk, too weak to stop you. I look up at you, tired and pleading for you to not do this. I don't wanna be that girl who gets horribly drunk and ends up letting a man use her in ways she'd otherwise never allow.
Shove your cock inside my hole, feeling just a little wetness. But that wetness quickly turns into an ocean of my fluids as you roughly fuck me. I keep trying to tell you that you need to stop, that I don't want this. But my desperate moans tell a different story. After I've had my first orgasm and made a huge mess, you know you can do literally anything you want to me and I might even beg you to keep going. You can live out all your filthiest fantasies using my helpless body.
(And when you're done using me, I'll happily fall asleep in your arms and you'll take care of me the morning after.)