StumblingFillies

  “Happy sprin' fessival,” your girlfriend slurred. In one hand was a near empty bottle of liquor; in the other, a lit joint. Your little china doll was lit.  “Happy Chineese new year, Ǎi (蔼)” you told her. You grabbed her and kissed her on her mouth. Her lips tasted of weed and alcohol. Meanwhile, you hand groped her pussy lips, covered by her silk pants.  “Oh yes.” she moaned, adding “ I ged sooo horney wenn i'm zzzrunk ann high” As you slipped your hand under her blue silk shirt and cupped her nice firm tit, you told her, “I know, babe. I love getting you drunk and high.” “Ann i love genn zzzrunk ann high fer yoo.  Less gow home ann fffuck,” taking a hit of the joint. You pulled your hand from her shirt and took her bottle of liquor and opened it as she exhaled. “Sounds good. Finish this on the way.” “'course.  I'll zzrink 'nuzzer ad home,” she said taking the bottle and drinking. Then she started stumbling towards home, with you following close b...

  “D'you liyke my workout swagger?” Talhia asked you. Her workout consisted of knocking back shots of whiskey-the only barbells in sight were the ones pierced through her nipples. Your cock was becoming hard in your own shorts as you answered, “Yah baby.” You grabbed her, and kissed her, tasting the whiskey on her breath, grinding your hard cock against her. As you kissed, your hands explored first her firm boobs, then her flat stomach, and finally you slipped a hand under the waistband of her black sweatpants, and began to rub her hot pussy.  She moaned and finally broke the kiss. “Thassa type uhf workout i love, zzzrunk sexssy!”, she told you as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took another drink.  “Thats my baby. Get even drunker!,” you encouraged her. You guided her towards the counter and pulled both your pants down. And then you gave her the workout you both loved, fucking her as she polished off the Jack Daniles. 

  “I am alll ride.  I nowe how t' ski.  I c'n ski.  I am jussa li'l tip. bit. titsy tip-sy,” the blond snowbunny slurred when you asked if she was alright. The iris of her eyes were a beautiful blue that matched her sweater, but judging by how glassy, unfocused, and bloodshot they were, you suspected she was a bit more than tipsy. Quite a bit more. More like drunk off her ass. And what a marvelous ass. Her black ski pants hugged it such that it formed two beautiful hills with a valley between it.  You studied each other for a moment, the crisp air of the snow covered mountains offering a deafening silence. A mischievous grin spreading across her lips. "I'm jus' fine, hannsome," she purred, her words dripping with a sultry confidence that belied her inebriated state. "I nowe 'zzactly whad i'm doin'." Finally she asked, “D'you thing maybe yoo coud helb me back t' the lodge?” “I am alll ride.  I nowe how t' ski.  I c...

  “Remine me brad, whad arr wee celebratin' stedda gonna class?,” Carrie asked her boyfriend. Brad came up behind her and grabbed her titts. As he groped them, he reminded her “200 posts.”  “Oh yah, too hunnred poszz onna ssumblin' fillies blog,” she slurred, grinding her ass ahainst the growing bulge in her boyfriend's pants, and making a peace sign with her fingers. Her best friend Miranda took a photo of them asked her, “Jeezuss carrie, how zzzrunk arr yoo?,” ignoring the fact she too was drunk. Brad was nibbling on Carrie's ear, and pinching her hard nipples. “Oh!,” yelped before answering Miranda, “Yes, im verry zzzrunk, juzz liyke the girls onna blog,” she told him and opened her beer. Grabbing a couple of pills she popped them in her mouth, and washed them back with the beer. “Ann im high.  Im fuggin' wayssed juzz liyke the girls onna blog.” “Thats my girl. You know I love intoxicated girls,” Brad told them. Miranda put her own phone down, and grabbed...

  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.

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