I hate how “drunk porn” is like taboo or whatever. I just love rubbing my clitty to videos of girlies getting fucked while stumble over wasted. Not passed out, just barely a person drunk off her ass.
After the first drink at the bar my head starts spinning, which is no surprise because what I planned as some "light pregaming" ended up in me having half a bottle of vodka in two hours.
I'm trying not to let the others notice but I'm not very secretive, the way I can't stop smiling and giggling. We do shots and I have two because why not? My eyes start to unfocus slightly and I can't really follow the conversation anymore, but that's okay, I'll just sit here quietly enjoying the booze in my system. Sometimes someone asks me a question, and I do my best to answer, but because I'm too drunk to follow the conversation, all that comes out is something like "uhh.. yesss! exact-llly that!" with some very enthusiastic nodding that makes my head spin even more, so much that I have to grab the person next to me to not fully loose control of my body.
My friends don't seem to mind my drunkenness, and after a while I have to pee really bad, but every time I try to indicate that I want to get up, they make me sit back down, saying I had too much booze to walk around and that I should wait until everyone is leaving so they can help me. The pressure on my bladder starts getting more and more, I'm trying to get up but can't even make a step without stumbling and flop back onto my chair, nearly missing it and leaning to the side in an attempt to regain my posture. My bladder is so full that every movement is painful, but I can't help the way my body moves and sways from side to side even when I'm sitting, and my friends keep getting new shots that I have to drink. Sobering up is impossible. I press a hand to my crotch, trying everything now to stop pissing myself where I'm sitting, and that's when one of my friends finally sees (or pretends to see now for the first time) that I'm about to piss myself in public.
They go to the toilet with me, and try to hold me, but my stumbling is so bad and I keep falling that I have to crawl up the stairs to the toilet, with everyone in the bar to see the wet piss stain in my pants and my drunken swaying and slurring. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, and because my tongue is heavy in my mouth and my brain makes the world swim past me double, I have lost every ounce of control I ever had.
A half-hour into her ride to Zac’s place, Elle was back into her day-dreamy state, thinking of all the wonderful things about their relationship. They met on a fetish dating site. Elle was super-protective of even her online presence and had all but given up on finding someone to her particular tastes. Magically, they found each other and were both in heaven.
When she finally arrived at his door, Zac greeted her with open arms and wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Elle, darling, how are you?” he asked.
“Oooh, I’m okay. It’s been quite a week,” she replied as they embraced. He gave her a gentle yet firm romantic kiss on the lips.
He took her bags and placed them in the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs that led to the bedrooms. He scooped up two goblets of red wine and handed one to her. With that look, he said, “Be a good girl and have some wine.”
She nearly came right then and there. Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she reached for the glass he offered. He leaned in, took the back of her head gently, and gave her a peck on her forehead. Her heart rate went up. That was his signal. That was the gate to their magical weekends.
As they walked with their arms around each other, they both took a sip of wine. Zac started talking—small stuff, really, but Elle hardly heard a word. She was too busy taking large gulps from her goblet. Zac knew exactly what she was doing, but kept on. She guzzled the last third of her glass.
By the time she did, they were at the island in the center of his expansive kitchen. She climbed up on a bar stool as he poured her another generous helping. He looked at her with a wry smile, clinked glasses in a silent toast, and took a sip.
Elle, on the other hand, chugged, chugged, chugged her glass. The whole thing. Gone.
She regained her composure after catching her breath, giving Zac a huge grin. “Please, Sir, may I have another?”
“Were you professional this week?”
“Yes, Sir, I was.” She could feel her nethers getting more tingly and moist.
“Did you do your job well?”
“Yes, Sir, I performed my job well and got everything done. I was an asset to my employers,” she replied in her weekly manner as Zac finished pouring her another generous goblet of red wine.
“Good girl. Drink up.”
Elle smiled and felt her heart rate go up. In a breathy, Marilyn Monroe fashion, she answered, “Yes, Sir.” She looked at the goblet greedily and emptied it in three sets of chugging, barely tipping the glass forward to take a breath in between chugs.
Zac just stood there, leaning on the island’s counter top and admired her.
Elle felt a sudden rush of warmth on her ear. She had already felt her insides warm up. She giggled, both out of excitement at losing her professional persona and as her signal to Zac that she felt the warmth. Zac loved knowing that. So did she. They chatted for a few minutes before he got back to the business at hand.
“What are you, my dear?” Zac calmly asked.
“I am a good daughter, loyal friend, and respectable, professional woman.”
“Who are you?”
“I am your drunk slut, Sir.” Her goblet was once again magically full.
“Just my drunk slut?” Zac asked as he helped raise her glass toward her mouth.
“No, Sir, I am your drunk, horny slut,” she giggle slightly. And with that she was swallowing more red wine like water.
Thus, their weekend began. This is how their weekend always began. There was no boredom to their words or interactions. It was exciting: every single time.
Zac gave her his goblet. She emptied it as he retrieved another bottle from his wine rack at the other end of the kitchen, just as he always did. He wanted Elle to absorb the wine. He gave her time to let her head wash over with that swimmy, dreamy feeling. After all, she just emptied a bottle of wine in short order.
Elle loved this. She had always hidden this side of her from her family, friends, and colleagues—from everyone, actually. It wasn’t until she found Zac that she felt she could truly let her hair down and let the real Elle be seen.
Zac felt much the same way. He was also professional, well respected, and articulate. He was known as a good man: one who gave respect to all he met and put a smile on their face if he could. He usually did. With Elle, however, he could let his Benevolent Dom enjoy its manifestation.
Dinner waiting in the oven, warm and ready. They would not get to it for some time, though, and they didn’t care. Zac came over to Elle, closer than before, and gently pushed her goblet farther into the middle of the island. Elle looked at him and felt the wine slosh around in her head. She looked at him lovingly, blinking a little bit, but allowing the alcohol to do its job, that lovely, heavenly job.
Zac gently placed the bottle directly in front of Elle. He looked directly into those eyes that were increasingly becoming less focused.
“Drink up!”
“Mm, yessir.” She grabbed the bottle by the neck and proceed to take several long pulls. The bottle plopped on the counter top as she exhaled, “Aaaaaah!”
Zac put one hand behind her head again and pulled her head to his. They kissed passionately, enjoying their tongues and Elle’s wine-laden breathe.
“C’mon. More. More!” Zac encouraged his increasingly floppy floozy. He was watching her transform from uptight executive to sloppy lush. God, he loved that. He loved how she fully embraced her inner drunkard. Now the fun was really going to begin.
I’m retiring from the intox game. It’s been a fun time, but I’ve gotta move on.
But, because you guys have always been so lovely and supportive, I’m not gonna go out without a treat for you.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP. I turned off my alarm clock. It said 6.00 a.m. I felt groggy and nausiated, and had no idea why it rang so early. I noticed I had a message on my phone.
"Good morning Sweatie! I hope you slept well and feel great today! Make Mommy proud and take three large swigs from the Absolute you put next to your bed. You know I just want you to feel good! After you had your refreshment, I want you to write me and tell me how much my big boy drank, and then I want you to get back to sleep again. Okay Sweetie? Xxxooxxx"
I couldn't remember putting a bottle next to my bed. Truth be told, I couldn't remember getting to bed at all. But I checked, and of course Mommy was right. There was a bottle of Vodka with 2/3rds left. Mechanically I picked it up and screw of the lid with clumsy finger. Three swigs. It didn't even burn a lot on the first. But I felt a fimilar warmth in my crouch. I wanted so bad to make Mommy proud. On the third swig, I tried to drink as much as possible, but my stomach upproared and I had to stop. I lay there, helplessly gulping air and tried not to throw up, like a fish on dry land. Finally I was able to write.
"Go mornin momy. I tried to drink you prou og me but almost got sick. Sory"
After that, I must have passed out.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm again. I dropped my phone and fumbled before managing to turn the sound off. My vision swam and I felt desorientated. 7.00 a.m. I had a message on my phone.
"Oh hello there little one! You began drinking at six already? Your such a little rascal. thirsty today? Are you still in bed, and do you have more supplies next to you? If so, I want you to have three large swigs. You know I just want you to feel good! Write afterwards, and take a little nap. Love, Mommy xxxooxxx"
It was something with the message that gave me a bit paus, but I couldn't understand what it was. Had I been drinking? But she was right, it was a bottle on my night stand. Less than half of it's content was left. I reached for it and almost tripped it over. Damn, I wasn't steady. I tried again and secured the bottle. Fuck it felt SO GOOD everywhere. My body was a warm numb blob. I felt so horny, and wanted to be the best pup for Mommy. With one hand jerking my little cock, I drank. I wasn't hard, but the little worm was warm and touching myself was more than a habit, it was just what I did. The liqour went down so easy. I was utterly surprised when the bottle was suddenly empty. I was unsure how much it had been in there, but I had probably drunk quite a lot. My belly began hurting and it felt like it was on fire. I collapsed on my side, suddenly covered in sweat. I didn't know how long I was lying there gasping before I felt steady enough to write on my phone:
"I hadd there st off drink haha i love y me cocl is so small bhu bfeel good almist puke ilo veyo"
I blacked out.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. It took me a long time to come to, and even longer to turn off the bloody alarm. I had no idea what was going on, and whan I tried to sit up, my head lolled and it the world twisted and turned around me. I crashed back into the sweaty damp bed. I had a message on my phone. It took me quite some time to read it.
"Haha, oh Sweetie! Dead drunk seven in the morning! So, let me get this straight. Drunk as you were yesterday, you still managed to bring a bottle to bed. I know you opened it and drank from it before sleeping at 2 a.m. Now it is five hours later, and you have finished it? You must feel SO GOOD now, you might as well get up and get your day started! I want you to go to the bathroom and do your morning toilet, and while you do, I want you to delete this conversation without reading back anything. You know I don't mind it when you binge, but I don't want there to be a paper trail of my support. Can you do that for Mommy? I call you in 15 minutes so I can see your beet read face, your growing body and your little wee wee, and set you off for the day! Xxxooxxx"
I felt my dicklet get warm again. I loved it when Mommy saw me in a drunken state. I fumbled with my phone to delete the conversation. When I finally suceeded I tried to get out of the bed, but crashed violently into the nightstand and fell into the wall with my head first, and slid down on the floor. Drool dropped down on the floor from my slack jaw. I felt complete. This would be a fantastic day.
Obese partner stumbling home from the bar, belly full of booze and pub food but still stopping at the local takeaway. They sway and hiccup as they wait for their food. You have to carry their takeout container and support them the rest of the way home.
As soon as you're in the door, you pour them another drink to go with their meal.
I neeed for someone to take me out for drinks until my gut is a sphere and I can barely stand as they hoist my fat drunk body home, knowing the calories from every beer I chugged tonight are gonna sit on my frame within the next few days
Words: 1.7k
Category: f/f
Summary: Alix misbehaves at the club and needs to be punished.
Kinks/warnings/what you’ll find inside: intox, forced intox, intox as punishment, edging, forced orgasm, BDSM, D/s, impact play, spanking, jealousy, possessiveness
Author's Note: None :)
The music thrums through Alix’s body as she undulates on the dance floor. She’s feeling no pain as she dances with the crowd of strangers, exchanging smiles and touches, even grinding against a few.
Unbeknownst to her, her girlfriend Kari is watching from across the room, her eyes narrowed to slits. She’s not pleased. She downs the rest of her drink and marches over to Alix, grabbing her by the wrist.
“Hey!” Alix says, happy to see her. She’s always happy to see her.
“Let’s go,” Kari shouts over the music, her tone leaving no question about how she feels. She promptly turns around and drags Alix off the dance floor.
Alix follows, uneasiness growing in her chest around the pleasant buzz of alcohol. Shit. She’s made Kari mad.
Kari pulls her to the bar—Alix can’t hear what she orders above the sound of the music—and then to a relatively quiet corner. Kari gets in real close to make sure only Alix can hear.
“You fucking slut,” she says. “That body of yours is mine. I didn’t say anyone else could touch it.”
“I’m sorry,” Alix whimpers even as her words send a thrill straight to her pussy. She loves Kari’s possessive streak.
Kari’s hand tightens around Alix’s wrist, and Alix wonders if she’s going to take her home for a good spanking. That wasn’t quite what she had in mind for tonight, but she wouldn’t be opposed to it.
But instead, Kari thrusts out a glass full to the brim with caramel-colored liquid towards her. Her eyes widen in apprehension.
“If you want to be a drunken slut tonight, then you’re gonna be a drunken slut.”
Alix swallows hard and takes the ice-cold glass.
“Drink.”
Alix whimpers. “But—”
Kari grabs her wrist again, sending another thrill to her cunt. “I said drink.”
Alix raises the glass to her lips.
“And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Alix tips the glass between her parted lips, feeling the cold liquid flow over her tongue and down her throat. She’s too distracted by the way Kari is watching her, the way she’s waiting for her to tell her she can stop, to figure out what it is she’s drinking. She tips her head further and further back as the glass grows empty, but Kari remains silent. She doesn’t say a word until Alix swallows the last drop and lowers the glass, her head spinning.
“Good girl,” Kari tell her, taking the empty glass from her hand. She spins Alix around to face the room. “Now go have some fun,” she whispers into her ear, a sinister edge to her words. “And remember, I’ll be watching.”
Alix can feel the alcohol hitting her bloodstream as she stumbles back to the dance floor, erasing her worries as she forgets what she’d done to earn such a punishment…or that it was a punishment to begin with.
Alix resumes dancing, her moves even more uninhibited than before. She grinds her body against strangers’, and they do the same to hers. Somebody puts her hand on a crotch, the hard-on straining through their jeans, and she gives it a gentle squeeze. Somebody else puts her hand on a breast, and she squeezes that, too, rubbing where she hopes her nipple is hiding behind her bra. A woman kisses her, their tongues dancing lewdly in a way meant to tantalize the crowd much more than it is to feel good, but the cheers they earn feel better than any kiss. The room spins and spins, and she’s glad for the closeness of the crowd keeping her from falling flat on her ass. The faces around her are a blur; she’s forgotten where she is or that Kari is even here. Someone kisses her neck while another gropes her ass, or maybe it’s the same person doing both. Now someone’s groping her breast, and someone else is pawing at her crotch. Alix is feeling so good, inside and out, and she never wants it to end.
Kari wade into the crowd and grabs her again, gentler this time. Alix is so happy to see her that her smile nearly splits her face in half. Kari shouts something to her that she can’t make out, more for the crowd’s benefit than for hers, and then she leads her out of the club and back to their car. Kari wrangles Alix into the seat and then slides into the driver’s side next to her. She takes a deep breath.
“You made a fool out of yourself tonight.”
Alix giggles. “Nooooooooo.” She lets her head loll back and to the side. “I had funnn!”
“Uh huh.” Kari starts the car. “It’s a wonder you weren’t kicked out, with how drunk you are.”
Alix giggles again, remembering her “punishment.” “That was your fault.”
Kari raises her eyebrows. “My fault?” she says. “It’s my fault you let dozens of strangers touch your body tonight?”
“Weeeeeellllll…” Alix giggles, her head lolling to the other side, closer to her girlfriend.
“You might want to rethink your words,” Kari says.
Alix giggles; the alcohol has washed away her ability to think.
They pull into their driveway and Kari helps Alix me inside. As soon as she shuts the door, Kari slams her against the wall. Alix is so far gone that she can’t wipe her smile away even in the face of Kari’s anger.
“This fucking slut needs to be taught a lesson,” Kari growls.
Alix nods eagerly, trying to desperately to make her face look contrite instead of eager. “I do,” she says.
Kari kicks off her shoes and pulls her into their bedroom, bending her over her knee. Alix sighs happily, so drunk that she can’t even playact that she’s not enjoying this. Smack! Smack! Smack! It isn’t long before she’s moaning with every strike.
Finally, Kari decides she’s had enough, and she shoves her onto the bed. Alix smiles up at her, dopey and vacant.
Kari pulls off Alix’s clothes, and then off comes Kari’s shirt, and by then she can’t wait any longer before she claims Alix as her own. Their lips crash into each other and Kari kisses her desperately while Alix tries to ever-so-helpfully unclasp Kari’s bra. Finally, Kari’s had enough of Alix’s fumbling and she stops kissing her long enough to unclasp it herself. She tosses it aside and Alix dives into her girlfriend’s beautiful, heavy tits, sucking them just as she knows she likes. Kari lets her for a few minutes before pulling her away and laying her down. Kari pulls Alix’s legs apart and buries her face in her cunt, expertly licking and sucking, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her clit. Alix rolls her hips against her tongue, but Kari holds her fast so that she can’t move. She feels myself growing closer and closer to climax when…
…Kari stops.
Kari pulls her face away and grins up at Alix as the latter stares at her in drunken confusion. Alix feels the pleasure start to ebb as her breathing evens out, and then Kari suddenly dives back into her pussy and resumes her ministrations. Again, Alix’s body fills with pleasure, but again, just as it’s about to break into an orgasm…
…Kari stops.
Three more times, Kari tortures her this way, never allowing Alix to cum. Her mind fills with fuzzy static, pushing out everything except her desperate need to climax. Alix begins to beg, promising Kari the world in a stream-of-consciousness babble, if only she’ll let her cum. Kari laughs at her as she continues her dance, bringing Alix close before pushing it away. Alix’s pleas turn to apologies.
“I’m sorry,” Alix says, her voice slurred. “I won’t do it again. I’ll never do it again. I’m yours, all yours, only yours, forever and always.”
But Kari just laughs at her and brings her to the edge of another orgasm she won’t let her have. Alix is about ready to cry.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” Kari says, sitting up, and hope grows in Alix’s chest. But it falls when she realizes that she won’t let her cum tonight at all.
“Please,” Alix begs. “I’ll never fall asleep like this.”
“Are you sure?” Kari asks.
“Yes!” Alix nods eagerly.
“Are you really sure?”
“Yes!!”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes!!!”
Kari dives back into her pussy, and she sighs in relief and ecstasy as she expertly brings her back to the edge of orgasm. And this time, she doesn’t stop; she keeps going and going, letting the pleasure build and build and build until…
it
crashes
over
her
like
a
wave.
Alix’s whole body shakes as the pleasure tears through her, making her skin tingle and leaving her floating. All through it, Kari doesn’t stop, and as Alix’s orgasm fades, she realizes her girlfriend isn’t not going to.
“Fuck, what—what are you doing?”
She tries to close her legs and wiggle out of Kari’s reach, but still, she doesn’t let her move.
“I’m sorry,” again the words spill from Alix’s lips, “I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again, I promise—”
And then she’s overtaken by another orgasm, followed by another, and another, the valleys in between growing shorter and shorter until they disappear entirely and her world narrows into one, big, continuous orgasm. Tears stream down her face and she gasps for air, her body shaking and spasming as the pleasure turns to pain.
"Please, just for a moment, please, I'm sorry, I'll never look at anyone else ever again, please—"
But all Kari does is suck harder on her clit and her words dissolve into choked gasps as her vision whites out completely.
***
Alix has long since lost count of how many times she’s cum by the time Kari’s done. She crawls up to cuddle her. “Have we learned our lesson?”
Alix’s brain has turned to mush; all she can do is hum vaguely in response. Kari chuckles and gives me a long, deep kiss, forcing her to taste herself on her.
“Maybe we like being a drunken slut after all.”
Alix hums again, happily swimming through memories of partying at the club, her mind soaked with whatever concoction Kari had made her drink, floating on a cloud of the kind of sexually-charged friendship you only find on a dance floor where everyone is intoxicated, followed by hours of potent sexual pleasure by her one and only.
“You should try it sometime,” she slurs, snuggling deep into Kari’s arms as she drifts off to sleep.
Going to a party and finding yourself drunk in someone’s arms, leaning against them for support, the room spinning, one of their hands on your pussy and the other on your tits and a bottle periodically held to your lips.
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