Exhausted girl would like to hand in her resignation from thinking. She humbly submits her application for reprogramming. Per instructions, she filmed herself whispering, "I would like to be brainwashed, please brainwash me", while her eyes fixed on the slow, hypnotic sway of the metronome ticking behind the lens.
i need a group of guys to group up at the bar and keep buying me more and more drinks. of course i drink them all, they're free. as i get drunker i start getting handsy and they start buying drinks faster
Hey cuties! I'm planning on drinking when I get home and need YOU to get me drunk as fuck! No limits I am going to try and drink everything I got! It will a terribly fun idea!
5 notes - 1 shot/big sip
1 ask - 1 shot or other requests.
Any Donation - Anything you want đ
And I will try to have a d4 game going every 30 mins
1. Take a shot
2. Take a sip
3. Chug a drink
4. Take a shot or Chug and hit my thc pen and reroll
Fuck me up my loves~
I come home from work to find you with a drink ready for me. I raise an eyebrow.
âYouâve had a long day,â you explain. âI just want to help you relax.â
So I take the drink and sip it slowly over the next hour or so. Youâre right; it does help.
Your buddies come over, and the beer starts flowing. Iâm usually a one-drink kind of a girl, though, and beer isnât really my drink of choice, so I donât take any. Might as well save it for the guys.
So instead, you fix me another cocktail. This time, I raise both eyebrows.
âItâs been a hard week,â you say, âwith that project and all those reports. You deserve it.â
I take the drink, not really planning on taking more than a few sips, but I start chatting with your friends, and before I know it, the drink is gone.
Soon, you appear with another. I shake my head; two is more than enough.
âYouâve been wound so tight lately,â you say, placing the drink near me despite my protests. "Relax!"
And the next thing I know, Iâm sipping it (slowly, I promise!) while laughing with the boys.
My clothes are starting to feel uncomfortable, so I duck into the bedroom to take off my bra and change into sweatpants and a nice, comfy shirt. Much better.
I return and slide right back into the conversation and my drink; itâs as if I never left. I pout when I raise my glass to my lips only to find that itâs empty. But youâre right at my elbow, ready to grab me a refill.
âI dunnoâŠâ I say, my tongue starting to grow clumsy.
âYou can have another,â you tell me. âYouâre not drunk yet.â
What the hell. I might as well go all the way. It is the weekend, after all, and Iâm feeling good. You take my glass and soon return with it nice and full.
I keep laughing and drinking. Your friends are so funny and cool. Iâm feeling dizzy, so I lean up against you, and you put your arm around me. This is nice.
Suddenly, you bend down and whisper in my ear. âWhy donât you give the boys a show?â
I blush and shake my head. No way. Youâve talked before about how hot it would be for me to show off my tits, and sure, itâs fun to talk about, but to actually do it?
I pick up my drink for another sip. It seems fuller than I remember, but I guess I wasnât paying attention.
We laugh and chat some more, and then youâre whispering into my ear again. âCome on, baby. I know theyâll love it.â
I can feel my resolve crumble as all the reasons why I shouldnât fade into the background. WellâŠok.
It takes me a minute to remember how to sit up, and once I do, I hook my fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and pull up.
The sight is met with appreciative cheers and applause. I blush again, this time from the sudden ache between my legs and the feeling of my nipples hardening in the cool air. You helpfully pull the shirt up over my head and toss it out of the way, and I forget that Iâd meant to pull it back down. I lean back into you, smiling shyly from all the attention.
Your friends are so nice. They have so many nice things to say about my tits. How big they are, how nicely they sway, how deep my cleavage is, how cute my nipples are. One friend tells me I could be a pornstar, and I laugh. Me, a pornstar? UnlikelyâŠbut undeniably hot.
We go back to drinking and talking. Iâve lost track of how many drinks Iâve had, but thatâs ok; I trust you to take good care of me. I appreciate the way the conversation has moved on from my tits, save a few more compliments thrown in here and there. Of course, everyoneâs staring at them, but what do you expect?
You lean over to whisper again. âLook at how happy youâve made everyone.â
I look around. There is a tent in every crotch around the room. I canât help but feel some pride knowing that I did that.
âThey would give so much to be able to touch you right now,â you say, and I can feel a certain wetness begin to gather between my legs.
You kiss me long and deep. âLie back,â you say. By now Iâm so dizzy that I canât tell if youâre pushing me back or if Iâm doing it on my own. The room goes quiet as you unzip your pants.
âHold your tits together, nice and tight,â you say, stroking your rock-hard cock. Then you straddle me and slide that cock between my tits.
I moan. Weâve never titty-fucked beforeâIâve always said no because it always seemed so degradingâbut this so so hot, especially in front of all your friends. I watch as your bulbous tip plays peek-a-boo on my chest, wishing it would come close enough that I could give it a kiss.
Your dick starts to leak as you speed up, and I know that means youâre close. I wonder if youâre gonna go all the way. Will you cum on my face? My hair? My chest? Or will you stop before you cum in front of all your friends?
Iâm a little disappointed when you pull away with a shudder. Your prick juts out lewdly at your friends as you turn toward them. âDoes anybody else want a turn?â
I look over. Everyoneâs got one hand in the air and the other on their dick, jerking off to the sight of your cock in between my titties. I shiver in arousal.
Your friends all crowd around. Hands dance over my body, stroking and rubbing. One friend takes your place fucking my tits. It's so hot, having someone else's cock on my body, knowing you're watching.
I feel something warm and hard probing at my entrance. I'm not sure when my sweatpants came off. I moan loudly as it enters me. Even this drunk, I can feel that it's not you, and somehow, that makes it hotter.
I'm so lost in pleasure that I almost don't notice the third cock pressing against my lips. I swallow it up eagerly.
It isn't long before the dick in my tits is cumming, exploding all over my chest and tits. The dick in my mouth keeps me from getting much of a look, and the pleasure in my cunt soon makes me forget about it entirely.
Next up is the dick in my cunt. He pulls out and strokes himself until his dick begins to twitch, shooting ropes of cum all over my belly to match what's on my chest. My body is so sensitive now that the feeling of that hot, sticky spunk landing on my skin makes me twitch and spasm in pleasure. That cock is quickly replaced by fingers on my clit, rubbing and rubbing so deliciously.
And then it's time for the dick in my mouth. He pulls out, too, and begins to stroke himself. I reach out to help, but my vision is so fuzzy and my muscles so loose that I can't seem to find it. He increases his speed and starts to spurt, aiming himself at me so that his cum paints my face. It feels like I'm being showered with hot, sticky confetti in celebration of getting these men off.
You've been watching this entire time, stroking your rock-hard dick. You come over to me and drink in the sight of my drunken, cum-covered body laid out helplessly on our couch, writhing and squirming thanks to the expert fingers on my clit.
That's more than enough to put you over the edge, and the next thing I know, you're shooting thick ropes of cum all over my tits and belly, covering the cum that's already there and claiming me as your own.
The pleasure building in my pussy finally bursts and washes over me from head to toe like water gushing from a dam. My audience is all but forgotten as my body shudders and shakes, wails tearing through my throat as I'm utterly consumed with intense pleasure.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity to my drunken mind, that pleasure subsides, leaving me sensitive and completely wrung-out.
"Give the lady some air," I hear your voice say, and I feel the space around me open up as your friends step away. You bend over me and stroke my cum-splattered face. "How was that, baby?"
I smile up at you, dizzy and adoring, too drunk and fucked-out for form the words for an answer. But the look on my face is all the answer you need.
I'm not quite sure what happens next, but soon your friends are gone and you're helping me to the bathroom to wash up. My muscles are weak and limp, and I feel like a ragdoll in your arms. You sit me down on the toilet, taking care to make sure I won't slide off, and prepare a warm, wet washcloth to gently run over my skin.
"That was..." I slur, trying to wade through my pleasure-swamped brain to find where I keep words. "That was..."
You smile at me. "Mmhmm," you agree.
I sway back and forth, squinting as I try to get the gummed-up gears in my mind going again. "You...you..."
"I did," you admit.
I zone out for a moment, the alcohol taking over, but then I blink and try again. "You..."
You run the washcloth over my sensitive bud, and my whole body jolts. You become even gentler as you finish cleaning me up, taking so much care around my poor, abused pussy to keep from overstimulating me. I almost wish you'd be a little less gentle.
"You'll need a good shower," you say, rinsing the cloth in the sink, "but this is a good start."
I reach out a hand, bracing myself against the wall as if I'm going to stand up. You turn towards me, a curious look on your face, like you want to see what I'm going to do.
And I do stand up, my legs shaky and uncoordinated, and stumble over to you, throwing my arms around your neck and pressing my body into yours as I practically fall into you. It's an awkward position, as I've gotten you from the back so you can't so much as wrap an arm around me to make sure I don't fall.
"I should......I should...show m'tits to y'r friends more...more often..." I slur, nuzzling into your neck.
You turn around, careful not to let me fall, and give me a long, deep kiss. "I'm sure they would love that."
I giggle, slow and lazy, sluggish from the alcohol. You wrap your arm around me and help me to our room.
"I think..." I squint, trying to remember the words for what I'm trying to say. "I think I...I think I had too many...too many drinks."
You press a kiss to my temple. "No, baby. There's no such thing as too many drinks."
I laugh again as you lay me down in our bed. After a moment, you curl up next to me, just as naked as I am, and together, we drift off to sleep.
Youâve always had a thing for your âstepmomâ, the big tiddied floozy your dad married after you went away to college. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen her sober, or appropriately dressed. Your dad got tired of her pretty quickly, but you canât get enough of her wine guzzling, stumbly sweetness. You get her her own hotel room for your graduation, so she can have the freedom to be as messy as she wants, and as you want her. You do tell her the ceremony is a day earlier than it is, since you know sheâll fail to be in any condition to be seen in public, and you want a chance to hang with her.
When you arrive, sheâs already three sheets to the wind and in a tiny robe that might have fit when she got married, but struggles to cover any of her booze swollen figure now. Her wobbly wine gut bounces and jiggles as she staggers around, trying to keep her swollen udders contained in her robe, unsuccessfully. She hiccups and slugs down a giant glass of wine, before staggering to a seat and going straight for the bottle.
She begs you not to be mad, some part of her knows she absolutely already failed to be sober enough to leave in twenty minutes, but sheâs too sloshed to really lock onto the idea. Sheâs sure sheâll be great, just a little jolly. She couldnât resist, she explains, itâs her favorite wine. You know that of course, thatâs why you stashed a case of it in the fridge of her room before she checked in.
She babbles about your dad not wanting her anymore, asking if you still think sheâs pretty. She knows you do, because she sees how you look at her and treat her extra special.
She wants to show you her outfit for your graduation, and falls out of her chair trying to get up and put It on for you. When she manages to change and sexily stagger back in to show off, itâs comical how far from reality she is. Her âverrrry Y2kâ outfit is an outgrown slip with a satin kimono wrap over it that wonât close even a little. Her massive, over swollen tits are falling out of it, overflowing the straining lace on the cups.
She gets flirty, running her hands over herself as she tells you she knows you stare at her, and why. She knows what you do with her when sheâs mostly passed out. She keeps flirting with you as she flops around on the couch, slugging more messy gulps from the bottle. She canât seem to wrap her head around the ceremony not happening today, and eventually manages to stand up and try to get ready to leave, but falls on the floor and ends up crawling back to the coffee table to grab her beloved beverage again. She makes it to her feet and insists its time to go, happy graduation baby!
Wealthy partner that gets their gf wasted before important parties. They show up with her leaning heavily on them, her belly nearly burstingout of her now too tight dress (it fit 9 drinks ago). She left to wander aimlessly through the party, grabbing unclaimed food and sloppily stuffing her face, downing any unattended drink she finds, till she's just sitting in the middle of the floor, tits out, zipper busted open, with a vacant stare
No, none for me, thanks. I'm the designated driver tonight. Plus the idea of green beer is just...ugh. It looks like puke and reeks of bad choices, you know?
...Irish whiskey, you say? Wow, that does smell good. I suppose I could have a sip...just a taste...
Oh, man, that goes down real smooth. Maybe another sip...oh, that's good. How old did you say this stuff was? Wow, it must have been expensive...I don't think I've ever had anything so high-end...no, no, I couldn't; well, if you insist...
Oh! That's a rather generous pour. It's not? I guess I don't know much about whiskey then. It is really good, though...
You know, I feel soooooo sophistivated, drinking this fancy whiskey here with you. All we need is a couple of big, comfy chairrs in front of a grand old fireplace in some big manor house. Wouldn't that be something? A far cry from all this green beer, ha ha.
Oh. you dob't habe toâŠwell, thank you. This is really nice.. You're really nice. Oh, yeah, that's the sruff. It's so smooth. I'm going to have a hard time going back to the cheap stuff after yhis.
Shoot, I definitely drank that faster than I'd planned...oh, no, you really don't have to - ok, well, I won't say no. Mmm, it's so good. You know, I think this is the best St. Paddy's Day party I've ever been to.
Shoot, I definitwly drank thay faster than I'd plannedâŠo h, no, yiu really don't have to - ok, well, I won't say no. Mmm, it's so good. You know, I think this is the brst St. Paddu's Dsy party I' ve ever been to.
Abother refIll? Don't mind if I do! Yoi're such a go od friend, you know yhat?
Mmmm, rhis is so nice. I feel so good. God, youâre sucj a good friennd.
...Ah, fuck, I was supposed to drive. No, no, I'm not drunk...but I know better than to get behind the wheel. I can't find my keys, anyway. Stay over? Aw, you're so sweet! Yeah, that's probably not a bad idea. What about everybody else? They left already? Huh, I didn't even notice. I hope they didn't drive either, ha ha. They ubered? Good.
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Your room? Thay's so gen...gen...uhhh, nice of you. Of coursw you can aleep in here, too, ot'd your room, isn't it? Yeah, Iâd say that bed is bog enougj for both of us. Iâll just take off some of these clothwsâŠyou donât mind if I sleep in my underweat, do you?
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