Been thinking about meeting some hot stoner girl and getting invited back to her place, ostensibly to see some of her plants or a show she likes or something and I’m hoping maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll let me rail her and I’ve got my strap in my bag just in case. At some point that evening, she gets out some weed to smoke and offers a hit to me. I don’t really smoke or drink or really do much of anything, but I’m a sucker for hot girls and I want to impress her so badly. I have shit tolerance though, and way too big of lungs to take a reasonable hit and I’m distracted with her so close and warm and holding the bong for me in her lap, and I end up coughing too much. She pats me on the back, gives me a little water and shows me how to take a better hit, how to breath so I don’t cough so bad, and so I lean in and take another hit. I don’t cough as much this time, but she still corrects me again. I want to give it a second, but she already lit the bowl again for me, and I would hate to waste any so I lean in once more, and her hand finds my face this time to show me when to breath.
Once more, a gentle verbal correction as she lights the bowl again, this time the hand shifts to the back of my neck, and I’m just staring up at her, my eyes getting all hazy and I’m looking more and more like a prey animal who hasn’t realized they need to run yet. Maybe after another hit or two she moves the bong from her lap, keeping her fingers firmly gripping my hair and moves my open pliant mouth to her growing bulge. I have such an oral fixation and I’m so fucking high, and she’s so fucking hot, staring at me like that, letting out little noises when i do something right, so I just lick, desperately try to get my mouth on her skin. She lets me be a little sloppy, keeps a hand in my hair while I drool between her legs until she decides she wants more.
She pulls my face away and hushes my whines until she pulls out of her underwear and lets me back, licking and kissing whatever i can reach and fit inside my mouth. I’m sweet with it, know I’m not the best at taking her deep but i know i have a good tongue, but she gets impatient here, and I’m less good at this then when I’m sober. Maybe she starts to press inside my mouth slowly, inevitably until i try to come back up for air, and then uses that hand on the back of my neck to keep me there, almost choking on her, tearing up, starting to realize maybe I bit off more than i could chew.
Cooing at me don’t i want to be so good for her, while I try to push her away so i can breath. Want her to tell me to relax, that I’m just paying her back for the weed, and grab tighter to push deeper, looking so intently at my eyes full of tears that are only making her harder. Want her to eventually decide she needs my cunt, pull out of my mouth while I cough out a thank you, and immediately fall onto my back with my knees up, all woozy from weed and not enough air, and she can just casually pull my legs apart, moves me so she can put her cock on top of mine, frot against my little tcock all hard and wet and small, feel the difference between mine and her weighty cock, hot and heavy with consequences I don’t have the mind to recognize.
Maybe she puts it on my belly, measures how deep she’ll go, keeps her hand pressed there, a reminder while I’m whining and trying to rub against her more, my skin all swollen and so very wet, and she’s telling me what a good fuck I’m going to make, such a sweet seedbed. I tell her I’m a top, and she’s amused, but tells me it really doesn’t matter right now.
I need her to take it slow here, so my slow weed filed mind can keep up, but I imagine her starting to make bigger motions, her head dragging all over picking up all the wetness from my dripping cunt and sliding it against my little tdick. The way I’m pouring wet is all the consent she needs. I’m moaning and wordless, all greened out and so sensitive, my limbs too heavy to do anything but tense up. I want her to start to veer further down, gather all the wetness at my hole, for just long enough for my brain to remember I need her to stay out, it’s not safe for me for her to fill me up, not without birth control or a condom, enough for me to try to get up, try to tell her no, and see just how little my feeble protest matters while she starts to press her head inside. I know it wont work but I try once more to tell her to stop, but her hand is firmly pressed above my womb keeping me exactly where she needs me. It’s too much, I’m too tight and too high and it hurts, and i try to get away. But she’s patient and strong, eyes hungry on the tears and the betrayed look in my eyes as my body starts to enjoy it, as the pain ever so slowly becomes background noise. It feels so good, it hurts so good to be stretched open deeper and deeper, and her cock is sliding deliciously against my cunt walls until she’s knocking on my womb, and I’m trying to tell her its too deep, that she can’t cum inside, that I’m not on birthcontrol and it hurts, but the words i’m saying just aren’t coming out right or really at all anymore. Not like it matters what I want anyways, I’m just a convenient wet hole that makes cute sounds and can't say no in a way that matters.
