Drunk Fucking on Valentine’s

You never know how drunk fucking is going to go do you? I mean, it can be great and kinky and fun but it can also be a bit of a fumbling, sloppy mess. Then take in to account that some guys can find it difficult to maintain an erection and it can make it very hit and miss and I’ve had my fair share of both!

I’m happy to report that on Valentine’s I had a great experience of drunk fucking…

My Valentines was never going to be normal or romantic this year. My husband Wes is away working abroad and I was sent to a different city for a two night work training event, which meant that I would be unable to spend it with any of my regular fuck buddies.…

Still I had no intention – if I could help it – of spending my valentines evening alone, so I got dressed up, left my hotel and headed to a nearby bar/club to try and find a companion for the evening.

The bar was pretty run down but there was something still pretty cool about it and it definitely had a vibe with all of its shadowy corners and neon lights, not to mention some very fucking hot women who were dancing on small stages. Even if I didn’t meet anyone at least I would have something to look at I thought to myself as I checked out the dancing girls…

I had been at the bar for a while knocking back as much of the nasty white wine as I could handle. I certainly had the intention of getting at least tipsy and then a man started to chat to me as he ordered himself a drink… He was about my age, pretty skinny with blue eyes and blonde hair. He was a little too clean looking for my personal taste but he was definitely sweet and very cute. Now, I have to confess here, that in the haziness of my drink I can not actually remember his name. I think he said it was Paul but I can’t be certain… To be honest it’s not too relevant anyway…

We started chatting and flirting a little as we both stood at the bar next to each other. “Are you here alone?” He asked me “At the moment I am” I replied with what I hoped was a sexy smile. Over the next couple of hours we started to drink – a lot! The wine was still flowing, I had a couple of vodkas and we did lots of shots of some crappy fruit liqueur. Even in my drunken state I could tell he was also drunk by the way he had started to slur his words as he tried to chat me up. The more we spoke the more intrigued I became by him, and I made up my mind pretty quickly that this was the guy I wanted to fuck!

The DJ started playing a song (I can’t remember what the song was) but I remember getting excited and shouting “Oh, I love this song!” The next thing I know he had his arms around me and we were giving each other a big, sloppy snog as we swayed to the music. As we kissed I could feel his cock harden as it pressed against my body…

We stayed for an hour or so more – still drinking lots and I knew the evening could get away from us really easy if we weren’t careful. I suggested I would have one last shot with him before heading back to my hotel. We ordered the drinks chinked our glasses together and knocked back our shot. “I’ve had so much fun Alice, can I have your number please?” He politely asked me. I smiled and kissed him again – another brief but sloppy kiss. “I’m not going to give you my number but you can come back to my hotel and fuck me if you like?” He looked genuinely shocked. “I’ve never met someone so forward as you Alice” I smiled again “You didn’t answer my question” I said to him. He pulled me close “Fuck yes” he finally answered.

We left the club hand in hand and made the very short walk back to my hotel and in to my room. Shutting the door behind me we swayed and staggered as we held each other close and started to kiss. When I pulled away I tried to undo the buttons on his shirt but I wasn’t quite managing it with my slightly blurred vision. Luckily he took over and eventually dropped his shirt to the floor. I gave his nipple a little lick and ran my hands all over his body as we started kissing again. As we snogged I fumbled with the belt on his jeans and managed to unclip it. I pulled at the button and luckily it came undone. Still snogging he had his hands all over me. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and grabbed hard at his cock which rose to attention in my hand. “Mmm you have a nice dick” I told him. “Thank you” he said as he started to clumsily lift my dress over my head, leaving me stood there in my black bra and thong and high heels. He looked me up and down, which turned me on loads “Fuck you look so hot Alice!” His cock was throbbing in my hand and he ran his hand down under my panties and started to rub at my clit. “Ahhhh” I said as the pressure from his fingers made my body go weak.

I took my bra off after his failed attempt to unclip it with one hand and he immediately used his free hand to grab and grope at my tits “Fuck” he said again. “Go lie on the bed” I told him, taking my pants off as I staggered towards the bed myself.

I reached into my bag which was on the floor and pulled out a pair of handcuffs I had bought with me in the hope they would be used. “Mind if I use these?” I asked him, waving them at him “Fuck yes”.

I straddled myself over him and reached for his hands to pull them up towards the headboard. Once in place I cuffed him around the slats on the headboard. “You’re mine now” I told him as I looked down at him. I could feel his cock just behind me and every now and then it would throb against my ass. I ran my hand down my body and started to play with myself as I watched him lay there, in awe but helpless. My pussy was soaked and it literally took less than two minutes of light clit masturbation before I made myself cum. “Fuck I want you so much” he told me looking desperate to have the ability to touch me… I reached to my bedside table and grabbed the condom I had purposefully put there, in hope of an occasion like this. I ripped it open, went down the bed a little and rolled it over his hard cock as slowly as I could.

I crawled up the bed a little, still straddling him, reached for his dick, raised myself up a little and sat on him – sinking all of his lovely, hard cock deep inside me “Ahhhh fuck” I shouted as I started to ride him! He was pulling against the handcuffs like he was desperate to escape them to feel me up, but it just turned me on more and more. Every so often I would lean right forward, offering my tits and erect nipples to his face, he would go to suck on them and then I’d pull away leaving him frustrated. His cock felt amazing, and so fucking hard – and I had a huge orgasm as he watched on, smiling but helpless!

When I came I lifted myself off his dick and caught my breath for a second. “Fuck!” He said for the 5th or 6th time as he looked at me and checked me out. I smiled at him and grabbed my small tits. “I want you to lick my cunt” I told him. “Yes please” he replied without so much as a seconds hesitation. I crawled right up his body and sat on his face. He immediately starting licking at my clit and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I started to gently grind my cunt over his face, my juices glazing him, I came really hard again! I moved off his face and looked at him, leaning down to kiss him… I then sat back up and grabbed at my tits and pinched my nipples. “You’ve been so good, you want to touch me now?” I asked him. “Yes please Alice!”

I lent forward and unclipped his cuffs. He straightened his arms and instantly reached out at me, caressing my tits – holding them, feeling them. It felt wonderful to finally have his hands all over me. I grabbed his dick again and sat on it, once again taking all of him inside myself. Leaning forward to kiss him, he moved his hands and they started to discover my body. He was feeling me all over and grabbing at everything he could before settling on my big booty and grabbing it as I started to ride him hard and fast. He was moaning now which always turns me on and I increased my speed until I came again.

“Want to fuck me from behind?” I asked him preying that he would. His smile said everything so I climbed off him, still wobbling and staggering and got on all my fours, sticking my ass in the air. He climbed up behind me and slid himself inside me. “Ahhh fuck yes!” I cried out as he started to fuck me with long, hard but slow strokes… He grabbed at my ass cheeks as he started to pick up the pace – fucking me hard and fast – now I was literally screaming “Yes, yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me hard!” It spurred him on and he started to fuck me as hard as he could. I came again – this time the biggest orgasm of the evening.

I collapsed on the bed which pulled his cock out of me. I rolled over on to my back and saw him, still so hard, still knelt there. I reached out. He knew what I wanted. He crept over to me on his knees bringing his cock towards me. When he got close, I pulled the condom off him and took him in my mouth. Still on my back he started to face fuck me, grabbing my tits. “I want to taste you” I said to him, briefly freeing his cock from my mouth. His moans and groans were getting louder and with a big grunt I felt his cum fill my mouth. It seemed like he was cumming for ages! I took him out of my mouth so I could swallow it all before licking all the remaining cum and juices off his lovely dick!

We stayed lay there for a couple of minutes before I said to him “I’m really sorry but I have work early in the morning and need to get some sleep.” Like a true gent he took the hint, and without any fuss or objection he got dressed and gave me a big kiss and hug before leaving my hotel room! This was perfect drunk fucking in every sense!

After he left I made myself a shit cup of hotel instant coffee and video called Wes. He was really happy to see me and even happier to see me naked. We chatted for ages, wishing each other a happy valentines etc but it wasn’t long before my phone was propped up on some pillows, my legs spread so he could get a good view of my cunt as I played with myself. He returned the favour stripping off and letting me watch him play with his glorious cock! As I watched him shoot his load all over himself it was all too much and I came again – really hard and for the very last time that night…

I would have obviously preferred to spend Valentines at home with Wes, but as they go, this one was pretty fucking perfect – even if my hangover the next day wouldn’t agree…

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