b-pap: Lust Drunk“I thought you said *hic* this was a non alcoho-*hic* beer”.I downed th

b-pap: Lust Drunk“I thought you said *hic* this was a non alcoho-*hic* beer”.I downed the last drops of the bottle feeling thoroughly bemused. Even if it had been an alcoholic beverage I had only had the one and certainly wasn’t a lightweight. Usually at the bar I was able to keep up with the boys. Sometimes I was still drinking whilst they were passed out on the floor. As a result I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling drunk.As I licked my lips savouring the taste I took note of my state. Already the whole room was spinning and my eyesight was a little blurry. It didn’t feel like drunkenness though. I had been hammered plenty of times before so I knew the feeling. This was something else. Mentally I was crumbling fast and although when drunk I usually turned angry, instead I felt a great feeling of happiness. It took all my effort not to keep a silly dumb smile plastered across my face.My head lolled as I looked around. I knew I was at home but sometimes the scenery shifted. I could have sworn the walls turned to wood panels, reminding me of our local pub. Other times they remained white but there was a clinical smell about the place like a hospital. A nice lie down might have helped but I felt too buzzed and energetic to want to.“Baby, are you ok?”His voice sounded very far away but he was definitely in the room. My eyes swivelled to face him. I should have been looking at my older brothers’ friend but it wasn’t him. This guy was a god. Huge rippling muscles, handsome clean-cut face with an impressive chiselled jaw, piercing blue eyes that dove right into my soul. And yet logically I knew it was him, I sensed his whole aura and attitude. Was I wearing beer goggles? But I wasn’t drunk!“You can’t…call me that”, I found myself slurring. “I’m not *hic” your baby. I’m not any…anyone’s baby”.I felt a great clatter as I tried to put the bottle down carefully. It toppled to the side and rolled along the table. The lack of coordination informed me that I was too unstable to try and rise off the stool and stand. Instead I felt another wave of hiccups and it was when I went to clutch my stomach that I brushed past them.I gave a great gasp of surprise. Momentarily I wondered when I had changed and where on earth I had found such sexy meagre lingerie. Yet it was what it struggled to contain which really shocked me. My usually flat A cup chest was now bulging with an impressive rack.“Goodness!” I cried. “big ol’ tiddies”.I could hear him laughing at my remark as I brought up a finger and pressed into my left tit. I was expecting the ‘beer goggles’ to inform me they weren’t real but I felt the fleshy firmness of them. When I gave another alarming hiccup I watched them give a pleasant jiggle, threatening to burst out of the thin lacy material. My head was swimming more than ever.“I…horny”, I suddenly burst out, sounding more and more childlike as the feelings intensified.“Good”.I shot off the stool as if someone had thrust a cattle prod in my back. His hands were pressed on the lingerie and my globes. First he rubbed and squeezed but it was when he nursed the nipples that I really lost control. I was more sensitive than I had ever been before and his touch made my body tingle, my pussy roar for attention.“Oh *hic* no, not that…You’re Josh…Icky, icky Josh. You..You’re going to ugh going to push…push me over the…edge”.I was surprised when he stopped and took his hands away but I was even more astonished when I missed his touch, secretly wanting him to continue. If I didn’t know something was seriously wrong before I certainly knew now.“Well we wouldn’t want that would we”, he muttered. “I can’t play with you just yet. I need to make a call to BMBO, to get your brother off my back before I continue. That doesn’t mean I can’t tease you”.I attempted to gather my thoughts as he stood, clutching my head to stop the spinning, trying to make sense of everything. However, my mind came to a grinding halt when he pulled down the zipper of his jeans and produced his member.“Fuck!” I garbled.It was huge, hard and throbbing and veiny. I slid my fingers down to my lips in consideration and then reached out tentatively to touch it. He didn’t swat my hand away.The notions were the same as his incredible body. Deep down in the very depths of my conscious I could tell he had a small dick but my compromised eyes and mind constructed a very different picture. I believed he was as massive as he looked and my mouth immediately began to salivate with delight. When he backed away my hand remained outstretched stupidly. I felt my face cringe into a toddler like sulk.There was a soft clink as he snatched up the bottle and put it on the floor. When he pointed at me my mind wasn’t sure what he wanted but my body certainly did.I watched like an out of body experience as I wobbled to my feet mischievously, clutching the table for support. I realised what I was going to do in horror as I hovered over the bottle and began to sink.“Wait…N-no..!”I grabbed desperately at my bum to stop myself and received another shock. Like my boobs it had seemed to swell to what must have been three or four times its normal size. I craned my neck round and was able to see the great curve, the bulge at the hips, the jelly like shake as it dropped. The beer appeared to have given me a big bank.I discovered first hand that the lingerie was crotchless. The cold glass was at my arsehole but I couldn’t stop. The neck of the bottle disappeared as it went up inside me. I had never done anal before and although the bottleneck wasn’t especially large it was still uncomfortable and deeply humiliating. I squirmed on it, only stopping once the neck was all the way in. In my kneeling position I looked up at him, standing over me triumphantly.“Now bounce bitch”.My legs buckled as my body temperate rose. I knew my cheeks were flushing scarlet as the true strangeness of the situation gripped me. Then I began to feel dizzy again as if I had drunk several bottles of the stuff. I couldn’t speak, only look at him.When he brought his hand round it made impact on my bottom with a satisfying thwacking sound. Milliseconds later I felt the sharp sting of the spank. The shock of it made me comply, sliding up and down the bottle as my behind jumped. It seemed to kickstart me into action and I was humping eagerly, rocking on my haunches as I bounced on the bottle.My own moans and groans rang in my ears and if my actions weren’t humiliating enough I felt my eyes slide cross eyed and my tongue loll out of my mouth. Given the smile and soft shake of his head patronisingly I knew I must have looked a pretty silly sight. Then I was forming words.“My brother will…brother will…brother”, I garbled, unable to finish my threat.“Dumb slut”, he concluded, walking away.I had no reason to continue and yet I did. There alone in the kitchen I stretched myself out, bringing up my hand to finger my pussy but unable to achieve release, feeling my boobs finally give way and fall out of the lingerie. An odd thought ran through my mind. Maybe if kept humping he would return and let me play with his cock.I was out of my mind, lust drunk and messed with. I smiled. -- source link

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