StumblingFillies

  Part 1 And of course drunk and high workers bring a new meaning to “my pleasure.” Take Kenzy. “Welcome t' thick-fil-a, hannsome.  May i taze yer order?” she slurred as she leaned against your Ford, joint in hand. You stammered out your order, all the while she puffed on her joint.  Then she stumbled and staggered off. She returned with your food drunker and higher than before. Only her professionalism and training kept her from falling on the pavement.  And with a wink, she asked, “Anything else I can get for you Sir. I go on break, I could suck your cock if you like.”  When you said, “sure,” she answered, “my pleasure,” and in what felt like a blink of an eye she was sucking you.   And of course, sucking you isn’t enough for a TH I C K-FIL- A girl. You had to fuck her before she returned back to work.

  It was morning when Roselyn Newton returned home. The New Year was already 9 hours old. She was of course drunk and high, and had been since sometime in the early afternoon on New Years eve. She’d passed out sometime around 2am or maybe 3, only to wake up again around 5am, to resume the party, drinking, smoking and fucking. Around 8 she took a fistfull of pills and a line of coke, and made her way to her car. It was a big pink Cadillac. Her chauffeur promptly opened the door, before the cold night could reach her.  “Where too Ms Roselyn?” he asked. Somehow she managed the single word, “home,” before lighting a fresh joint.   Once home, she struggled in her heels up the stairs. Her pussy was filled with seamen, her panties lost. She swayed about, her dress flipping aside to reveal her but. Slowly, one stair step at a time, she made her way up stairs, her heels loudly announcing her drunken return home. At the top of the stairs, she turned and entered the study. In the ...