Stolen Shot

In my early twenties I let temptation take over my pussy. I would regularly party at my best friend’s house with a group of girls and our boyfriends. Circa early 2000s where binge drinking was expected and accepted.

I had a boyfriend of my own and I never considered any of my friend’s boyfriends fuckable. I was horny all the time, and my boyfriend often left early without even touching me.

While he slept I honed in on my ability to drink vodka straight. Joe, one of the boyfriends who could stay awake, would go shot for shot with me.

While his girlfriend, Jessica, went out for a cigarette we stayed behind for one more shot before meeting her. He sat too close and our knees touched. His hand closed around my thick thigh, slowly but deliberately.

A rush of heat swept through me as I stared straight ahead. The vodka freeing all inhibitions as I tried to control my body from straddling him right there.

At this point a cigarette was needed more than ever. We joined her outside nonchalantly with her having no clue. I should’ve felt guilty, but all I could feel was the restless heat leftover from the surge of electricity from his touch.

He went into bed with her and I was all alone. I laid in bed and my pussy ached. My fingers weren’t enough to quench my burning need. I finally started getting sleepy with the vodka pulling me under.

I felt the mattress shift and his hand wrap around and grab my breasts one at a time. Pinching each of my nipples. I pretended to sleep but my moans escaped uncontrollably; my pussy taking over.

My mind knew I shouldn’t but my whole body disagreed. Specifically, my greedy cunt. I allowed myself to surrender to my body’s desires to be taken by the force of his wanting. It wasn’t tender but raw and all consuming.

I ached for his cock and felt it hard against my fat ass. He went under the covers and tasted my pussy. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me. He replaced his face with his bulbous cock. There was no pretending I was asleep anymore.

We made out savagely with me licking all my pussy juice off of his face. His cock was so much thicker than my boyfriend’s and I had a hard time keeping quiet. He asked if he could cum inside me. I begged for it as I put my legs over his shoulders letting him take me deep. We rocked back and forth with the vodka and electricity still surging through us.

He went back to Jessica still sleeping and I slept so well. I should have felt guilty but the next morning my pussy throbbed at the sight of him kissing her lips knowing they were soaking up my juices earlier.