I met her at the house party around midnight. She was already hammered, swaying on her feet with a red cup in her hand, tits barely staying in that low-cut top. I bought her another drink even though she didn't need it, and twenty minutes later she was grinding her ass on my dick on the dance floor, laughing like she didn't give a fuck who saw. Her name was Lisa or something, but it didn't matter. She was drunk off her ass and horny as hell.
We left together in my car. She kept reaching over to grab my cock through my jeans while I drove, slurring about how she wanted to suck it. By the time we got to my apartment she could barely walk straight. I half-carried her inside, kicked the door shut, and shoved her against the wall. "You want this dick?" I asked. She nodded, eyes glassy, and dropped to her knees right there in the hallway.
Her mouth was sloppy and wet. She fumbled with my zipper, pulled my cock out, and started sucking like she was starving. Spit ran down her chin and onto her tits as she took me deep, gagging when I held her head and fucked her throat a few times. She didn't fight it. Just moaned around my shaft and kept going until her mascara was running. I pulled her up, bent her over the kitchen counter, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her panties to the side. Her pussy was already dripping.
I slammed into her from behind without warning. She gasped and pushed back, taking every inch. "Fuck me hard," she mumbled, voice thick from the booze. I did exactly that. Gripped her hips and pounded her drunk cunt like I owned it, balls slapping against her with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the room. She came quick, legs shaking, but I didn't stop. I flipped her around, lifted her onto the counter, and kept fucking her while I sucked on her nipples. Her tits bounced with every stroke.
We moved to the couch next. She rode me for a while, grinding her clit against me while my cock stayed buried in her. She was so out of it she kept forgetting what she was doing, just bouncing and moaning. I took over, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny. I drove into her again, harder this time, watching her eyes roll back. "You like getting fucked when you're this drunk?" I growled. She nodded and begged for more.
I pulled out and made her suck me clean, then bent her over the arm of the couch and took her ass. She was tight there, whimpering at first but pushing back once I got going. I reached around and rubbed her clit until she came again, her whole body jerking. After that I laid her on the floor and fucked her missionary, pinning her wrists above her head. Her drunk moans got louder with every thrust until I unloaded deep inside her pussy, filling her up while she just lay there panting.
We went another round in the shower later. I soaped her up, fingered her until she came on my hand, then bent her over and fucked her standing. By the time we stumbled to bed she could barely keep her eyes open, but she still spread her legs for one last quickie. I came on her tits that time, watching it drip down while she smiled lazily and passed out. She woke up the next morning with a hangover and a sore cunt, but she didn't complain. Just asked if we could do it again sometime.
