Sometimes my girl drinks too much. Sometimes she drinks just enough.
We were watching TV- Brooklyn Nine Nine- and she was on beer number I don’t know. She giggled and leaned into me.
"Want me to suck your cock?"
Pretty dumb question, but alcohol has a way of bringing that out of her.
"Stand up and drop your shorts!" She punctuated this exclamation with a fist pump. She spilled a little beer and tittered. As I stood and slipped my cock out of my shorts she gleefully shrugged her shoulders, letting her loose, low cut night shirt fall away to reveal her supple tits- apparently it wasn’t a bra day.
She swigged another pull off her bottle and with the other hand cupped my balls. Smirking through a mouthful of beer, she got nose to cock and went comically cross eyed.
I reached for the remote to turn off the TV, and she squeezed gently on my sack. She mad a big show of swallowing, “no, no, nonono- I wanna watch it!” I smirked and reached for my cellphone instead. She smiled and took another sip.
I turned the phone on and opened up the camera and started recording video. At first I wasn’t sure she noticed, but when she took my dick back in her hand, smiled and winked into the camera I realized she hadn’t had enough booze to make her so much oblivious as happily slutty.
"Oh, hello penis!" She smiled toothily, set her beer down and wrapped her right hand around my shaft as her left continued to gently massage my nuts. Her hand was cold to the touch, but warmed quickly as she squeezed and pumped. Her eyes bore into my cock, and her smile widened as the blood rushed into the head staring her in the face and it swelled up, all purple and eager.
"It looks like a triceratops!" she started laughing again then cut her self off. "Oh, I gave it a new name! Come here Triceratops!" I let out a single amused "ha" and pushed my cock into her wide open mouth.
She closed her lips around me and giggled. Her tongue danced under the head of my lance as I stabbed it into her mouth and down her throat. I didn’t go all that far, but she was drunk enough I figured I could get away with being rougher than usual. She winced away a bit, but didn’t let go or gag. The wince passed and she moaned deep and long on my cock, her wet, hot throat vibrating me down to my balls.
She slipped her right hand to the base of my cock and pushed herself down the shaft. She gagged, squeezed my shaft and ran her tongue back and forth along the under side of my cock. Pulling back, she licked and kissed and sucked on the head of it. She smiled up at me and stuck her tongue out, flitting it back and forth over the very tip. I shuddered and smiled down at her, gasping with pleasure.
"Go to work, baby."
She did as she was told and took me back in her lusty mouth. Her head bobbed up and down the length of me, her flushed lips slipping and sliding wonderfully over my veiny member. Her hands squeezed just enough and in time to her mouth.
I’m not sure how, but she was apparently listening to the show and as she laughed at whatever joke it was she didn’t stop blowing me. Her lips and mouth and tongue and throat all moved with her laughter even as she kept herself firmly sealed around the girth of me and kept doing what she knew she had to do. It was amazing- I know I couldn’t concentrate on whatever the hell was on TV right then.
She came away from me with a loud pop that made her giggle again. She took another sip from here beer, but rather than set it back down she touched the cold neck of it against my cock.
"Ah!" The cold was a shock this time.
"I wonder?" She tilted the bottle away toward her, the base of it cold against my balls. With both my dick and her beer pointed towards her, she licked her lips and opened wide.
She couldn’t take them both all that far, but the sight was impressive; there sitting in front of my and looking up all doe eyed was my girlfriend with a dick and beer in her lips. Her tongue washed over my cock as she tipped the bottle back just enough and took a sip. Beer and spit poured freely out of her mouth and splashed on her tits. As stuffed as her mouth was, her squeak of shock was hardly audible.
I laughed. “Chug! Chug! Chug!” Her eyes lit up and she tipped the bottle back further and let the rest of the beer fill her mouth. Gulping wildly, I felt her lips and the rest of her mouth suck down on me and the bottle as she opened herself up. For all her effort, a good half of what was left in the bottle wound up soaking her clothes, the couch and the floor.
She pulled back, releasing me as she did. She held my prick in one hand and her empty beer in the other. She brought the bottle to her lips and licked around the opening.
"I want more," she practically panted. She dropped the bottle, placed her hands on either side of my hips and dove onto my cock.
She took me down all the way, her throat had remembered the trick of it, of swallowing more than it thought it could. My hands clamped down on her head and held her there, I could feel my dick swelling and growing heavier and harder down inside her, expanding to fill her.
A long moment passed as I held her there, her hot and wet tongue held down and the press of cock, the TV blaring in the background. I came. She flinched and gagged, her eyes went wide.
She pulled back, her mouth as wide open as it could be. My cum shot down her mouth, on her lips, her cheek, her tits. She blinked and breathed deep.
"Are you alright?" She looked up, quizzically.
"Yeah, I’m just so thirsty." With that she used her fingers to gather up the jizz on her face and breasts. She licked her fingers clean and smiled.
"Need a chaser?" I offered her my beer.
"Yes please!" She giggled again and kept drinking.
I saved that video.