Last night was no different then any other Friday night. Lots of fucking and lots of drinking. This morning my eyes were red, my pussy was sore, my clothes all wrinkled and I am missing my panties. Kudos to the lucky bastard that has them. I am sure he is somewhere sniffing them and jerking his cock. Driving home I catch a glance at a sign on the side of the road and I think I must still be very fucked up. That couldn’t possibly have said what I thought it did. I had to turn the car around and look again. sure enough it said exactly what I thought it did. Really? We had just been talking about what the hell we would do tomorrow for Easter. It is really such a lame ass holiday. Now I knew what we were going to do. I took a picture of the sign on my phone and went home to call every trashy whore I knew. Male and female.We were going to crash this party and do it literally. We were going to make this fucking Easter Egg hunt one that these church going fuckers would never forget. It was an open invitation and they extended it….
Tag: drunk phone sex
Glory Hole Games
Every once in a while my friends and I will all hop in my car and just take a random road trip or whatever. My favorite part is going to the different back road truck stop dinners and getting a burger. Those places are always crawling with lot lizards running everywhere. My friends and I had gotten a bottle of vodka at the last stop, and because of that I was shit face by the time we got to the next one 2 hours later. I know it is nothing new for me to be shit faced, but what is new is needing to piss so bad and i was despite. I hopped out of the car before the breaks squealed to a haut and ran in to the bathroom. I started unzipping my pants and pulled them down as I hit the stall, I only pissed a little bit in my panties. I took those off and through them in the trash while I sat on the toilet. I giggled to myself as I began to lean a little to the left trying to get the room to stop spinning.
That is when I noticed it, a random hole in the wall next to my corner stall. I looked into it and giggled, there was nothing in there. I was such an idiot for even looking. That was when I saw, or at least thought I saw a big ass cock pop through the hole into my face. I giggled as I extended my index finger towards it, poking it to see if it was real or I was imagining it.
It felt real, I think, so I poked it and began to stoke it in a circular motion. I moaned as I got turned on and reached my hand up my skirt and began to touch myself. When the glory hole rod began to dribble precum from its helmet I sucked my mouth onto it. I continued to suck onto it moving my tight mouth up and down it. I also played with my twat through my panties. I moaned at the thought that the mystery wall go-er was getting the suck of a lifetime.
The cock stiffened and began to throw up into my mouth a rather large heavy load. I tried to take a moment to compose myself and when I turned back to the cock it was gone, replaced by the empty hole again. My friend knocked on the stall door to ask if I was okay. I stumbled to catch my balance as I reached for the stall door. As I climbed back into the car I started to think that I had really day dreamed the entire even. Then I saw him, standing there looking cocky. When I reached up my skirt I could feel my wetness. I should have made that pussy eat my cunt till I came all over his face. Oh well, there is the drive back still.
Dirty Phone Sex with Slutty Stripper Petal
No matter what time it is, if I’m at work I’m probably drunk. I start taking shots and drinking before I walk through the door. My usual routine is two shots of whiskey or vodka before I call a cab, but lately I’ve drinking two huge drinks instead. It always hits me during the ride so I’m always stumbling into work late, no one cares though. The first thing I do after I walk through the door is go to the bar and get a drink to sip on while I finish getting ready.
For the last two weeks or so I’ve been nearly black out drunk before I even start to work the floor. That doesn’t stop me from drinking more with the other girls and doing shots with customers. I’m sure I piss a lot of the other girls off because I get the most attention, but I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that the customers love seeing me this way. They all know how slutty it makes me.
Last Thursday I was giving some random guy head in the back of his shitty car after my shift was over. I don’t even remember how I got there or if I was even getting paid, but I guess it didn’t bother me because I did the same thing Friday. I was barely in the club for three hours Friday and I was already black out drunk grinding on costumers. I don’t remember anything, but the bartender Kitty and the door men both told me I went to VIP room eight times that night.I couldn’t even pretend I was shocked or upset by that. Honestly, I was proud of it. I set a record that I doubt any girl will ever beat. Neither of them seemed as excited as me. They should have been thrilled because they got a cut of all that money too!
Kitty understands that I’m just having fun and making money, but the door man said he was worried about me. That’s funny! Every time I get black out dunk at the club he always finds a way to molest me. He’ll slip his hand under my top and squeeze my titties or slip a finger into my thong to rub my clit. I guess he thinks I don’t notice, but I do. Secretly, I love it so that’s why I never try to stop him.
Is it weird that it turns me on knowing that he see’s me acting slutty? When he told me everything I did in the VIP room Friday my pussy got so wet that it nearly soaked through my panties. Maybe it is a little sick, but I just can’t help it. I love hearing what a nasty little whore I’ve been and I love it even more when other people see it.
Table Games Trash
I was so relieved when he finally passed out. I thought he was never gonna stop torturing my cunt with his medical kit. Don’t get me wrong, I love sick sex, but I just was not high enough for his shit tonight. He hid my stash again and promised to cut me a line after he came in my mouth and cunt, but he fucking passed out before he could. Sometimes I wonder how anyone besides a whore could be so useless. Luckily I had plans to head over to the card room and score some dope and poker chips. Honestly the only reason I stay with this loser is because he is sterile as a bottle of bleach. Which means I can fuck bareback all I want. There will come a time when I want my own little whore to fuck with, but as for now I only wanted cock, blow, and the card room.
When I got there I saw three of my guys just waiting for some trashy cunt. I had been up two days already and I was not wasting time. I had a plan. Get lit, get fucked, and get gambling! I nodded my head at the taller one and licked my lips. He followed me out to the parking garage, and under the stairwell where there is no cameras yet. This is where I will hang for about two hours getting high, and getting fucked by a few high rollers. They loved my mouth and my pussy. And they sure did love the weekend where I could hang out for a day or two. Win win don’t you say?