Hello. I've been following you for a while and I think you're really good at making textposts, and I'm drunk right now. If you're feeling like writing anything about drunk cnc or drunk horniness that'd be real cool. If not that's cool too, you're not a textpost machine. I just wanted to let you know you're cool
Heya anon! Thanks for this, I really appreciate the love <3
Because you asked so nicely, I've got a little something for you. Here's a drunk cnc/cheating concept I've been thinking about lately.
(TW: cnc, alcohol, intoxication, dubcon, cheating | Disclaimer: I don't condone any of the following. Also sorry this is long. I got carried away.)
So I'm at a party at a friend's house. I'm wearing a cute blue top that shows off my tits, and a little miniskirt that shows off a lot of leg and a little bit of ass when I bend over. No panties or bra, obviously. My boyfriend had to leave the party early, so I'm just there, hanging out with some of our mutual friends.
People keep handing me drinks, so I'm way more drunk than I should be. Also, I'm suuuuper horny, and some of the guys are starting to look real cute.
One of the cute guys sits next to me and hands me another drink. We'll call him Tom, why not. Tom and I start chatting and we start getting a little flirty. He's got his hand on my thigh and I keep on touching him whenever I talk. His eyes keep drifting towards my boobs - no surprise, given that my neckline keeps slipping lower and lower, and my aroused state has made my nipples nice and hard. I've also stopped bothering to readjust my skirt, so it keeps riding higher and higher - I'm pretty sure I've given a few of my friends a peek at my pussy.
I know I should be behaving myself - I've got a boyfriend, after all. But drunk me is horny me, and horny me is an uncontrollable beast. So, against my better judgement, I keep flirting with Tom. It's just flirting, after all! I won't let it go any further.
Eventually, Tom's like "Hey, I'm gonna grab some food in the kitchen, you wanna come with?" and I'm like "Yeah, sure!"
We go to the kitchen, which is at the back of the house, away from the festivities and all of our friends. Without warning, Tom spins around and pins me against the counter.
"You're a little tease, you know that?"
"Mmmmmm yeah, I know," I drunkenly giggle.
"Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?"
I laugh and shake my head no.
"No? Not even when you dress like one?"
"I don't dress like a slut!" I protest half-heartedly, "I just don't like wearing a bra."
"Mmm, I'm not complaining," says Tom, as his hand cups my tit and his thumb strokes my stiffened nipple.
"And I take you don't like wearing panties either," he adds, as his other hand slides under my skirt.
"Don't," I mumble, as I clumsily swat his hand off my leg.
"Don't?" he echoes, "C'mon baby, y'know you want me to."
"Got a boyfriend," I reply.
"I won't tell if you don't," he says, as his hand slides under my skirt again. "Just a little feel, c'mon."
The tips of his fingers brush against my clit and I exhale shakily. He touches me again and this time, a little moan escapes.
The next moments are a blur. Tom starts kissing and sucking on my neck as his fingers stroke my wetness. His other hand is groping my tits and playing with my hardened nipples. He's a little rough, but I kinda like it.
I halfheartedly try to push him away and tell him to stop a couple more times, but he pays no heed to my weak protests. He's rubbing my clit in earnest now and....it feels so good. My legs feel like jelly. When he slides two fingers into my soaked cunt, I moan and spread my legs wide instinctively, causing my skirt to bunch up around my waist.
Tom chuckles. "You're so fucking easy."
I'm too far beyond words to respond.
"Such a horny little slut," he says, as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. His other hand pulls my top down, letting my tits bounce free.
"Better be quiet, baby," he teases, as he starts to pinch and twist my nipples. "Don't want anyone to hear how much of a slut you are."
That only makes my heart race faster. What if someone were to walk in on us and see me like this? Pushed up against the counter with my legs spread wide and Tom's fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, his hands all over my naked tits.... why do I kinda like that thought???
The hand that was playing with my tits disappears for a moment and I hear him unzipping his pants. Wait - when did my eyes close? When I force them open, I see that Tom's got his thick cock in his hand and is slowly stroking it as he pumps his fingers in and out of my wet pussy.
"You wanna taste it, baby?" he asks, when he catches me staring at his dick.
"No......" I say. I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.
"You sure? You're practically drooling."
"Well...maybe just a little bit."
I get down on my knees and go to town on his cock. Fuck, he's so thick. He fills my mouth so nicely. I give it to him sloppy, getting his cock and balls nice and wet. A distant part of me feels guilty for cheating on my boyfriend.... but fuck, Tom's got a nice dick.
He threads his fingers through my hair and holds my head still as he starts to thrust his hips. He pushes his cock deep, nudging the back of my throat a few times. My eyes start to water as I gag on his cock again and gain. Through bleary eyes, I look up at him and realise that he's got his phone out and is recording me sucking him off.
"Don't worry, baby," he says, "Just a little souvenir for me."
I knew that I should protest, that I should tell him to stop recording, that I should tell him to delete the video and go fuck himself.... but for whatever reason, knowing that he's recording me only makes me even hornier. I relax my throat and let him fuck my face as roughly as he wants. His balls are smacking my chin and I've got drool and tears running down my face.
I don't know how long he keeps that up for, but eventually he pulls his cock out of my mouth and drags me to my feet. Tom lifts me onto the counter, forces himself between my legs, and rubs his spit-soaked cock over my dripping wet hole.
"No, Tom, we can't," I say, shoving at his chest with both hands. He's so much bigger than me, I can't push him off.
"You want to," he says, "You're so wet."
"I have a boyfriend," I protest, for what must be the millionth time that night.
"You know you want this," Tom says, as he pushes the head of his cock into my cunt. "You want me."
I moan softly as his thick cock stretches me open.
"Yeah, you do," he says teasingly, "You're such a little whore, cheating on your boyfriend."
"Please stop," I say.
"Only when I've cum," he replies, as he starts to rock his hips back and forth. My eyes roll back from the pleasure and I bite my lip to hold back the moans.
"W-wait, stop, we need - condom," I manage to gasp out.
He scoffs. "It's fine, I'll pull out."
"Wait, no, please--"
"Shut up, you little slut," he snarls, hand suddenly wrapping around my throat and squeezing slightly. "Shut. Up."
My pussy squeezes around his cock in response.
"Oh, you liked that, huh?" he says teasingly.
"N-no, I don't," I choke out.
"Should've known you wear a freaky little whore," he says. "What else d'you like, huh? You like getting slapped around a bit? Getting tied up? Like getting pissed on?"
My pussy betrays me once again, squeezing involuntarily around his cock as he names off my kinks.
"Mmmm keep doing that baby, you're gonna make me cum," he says.
He's thrusting into me harder now, the zipper of his pants digging into my thigh each time he buries himself in my pussy. My tits bounce and jiggle each time our bodies collide. I'm half-hanging off the edge of the counter, with absolutely no leverage or way to wrestle myself off him.
"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" he snarls, "Does your boyfriend fuck you like the slut you are?"
I can't respond. Not only because he's got his hand around my throat and is slowly cutting off my air supply, but also because his cock feels so fucking good inside me that I'm well on my way to my first orgasm.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he says, "Guess you like being raped, huh? You were asking for it, dressed up like that."
Part of me knows that I should feel ashamed for getting so wet for him. That I should feel ashamed for enjoying this. That I should feel ashamed for cheating on my boyfriend. That I should feel ashamed for wanting to cum on Tom's cock.
But at this point, I couldn't care less.
It takes one, two, three more thrusts and then I'm cumming all over him, soaking his cock in yet more of my wetness. I'm biting hard on my lower lip to hold back my cries of ecstasy. My orgasm is so powerful that my legs are trembling with the intensity of it.
"Yeah, look at you, such a dirty little slut," he mocks, "What a whore, cumming for me while I use your cheating pussy."
It's at this point that Tom's thrusts quicken and his rhythm starts to falter a little - I can tell that he's close.
"Pull out," I say hoarsely, "Please, please don't cum inside me."
He chuckles darkly. "I'm gonna fucking breed you," he tells me.
"No! Please don't," I beg, struggling weakly against him. My efforts are futile - he's got me pinned in place and there's no way I can pull myself off his cock.
"You know you want my cum," he says, "You know you want me to breed your cunt."
"I don't, I don't, please don't-"
"You're my freeuse cumdump now," he growls, "And you're gonna fucking take my cum."
He slams his cock into me one final time, burying it as deep inside me as physically possible. I feel the warmth of his cum filling me up as he shoots ropes of hot, sticky cum right into my unprotected cunt.
"Yeah, take it, take it, take it," he says, grinding his hips into me. "Dirty fucking slut."
Getting drunk at this party was a bad idea.
