Drunk enough to fuck

I can’t believe how **** I was. On short notice, I booked a hotel room in her small tourist town. Cost me a fortune. A hooker would have been cheaper. But this girl had a hold on my desires.

I wanted to see how her lips looked wrapped around my dick. I wanted to feel her fingers in her hair as I combed it back to watch. I wanted her know how her ass felt pressing up against my hips as I railed her. I wanted to know if she talked dirty. I wanted to know if I could make her scream with just my cock.

So I bought a room, checked in, put my luggage down, then met her at a dive bar called The Wheel. She wasn’t alone. She had coworkers with her. International girls. The Romania girl had a boyfriend which was a shame because I would’ve driven my stake into her. But she had a single friend, a Portuguese girl: tall, skinny, dark haired. Very similar body type of the girls I usually fuck. I love a set of long legs draped over my shoulders.

It was obvious that the brunette was trying to set me up with her friend. I played along. I would’ve flirted with her anyway, just to see how the thick brunette reacted. Immediately after introductions, I bought us a round of tequila shots: nothing better to make their clothes fall off.

After a few shots, we were having a good time. I noticed the brunette kept looking at her phone and smiling. I asked who she was texting.

She replied, “Your friend from the baseball game. He’s inviting me to go hiking next weekend.”

“You going to go?” I asked, a bit jealous. He already blew his shot, now it was my turn to fuck her.

“Of course! He’s fucking sexy. Way out of my league. Cat come look at his picture.” She waved her Portuguese friend over to the phone.

She looked at phone, and agreed, “Yeah he’s cute. Get it girl.”

That was it. I had to fuck this girl before my friend. I went up to the bar, and bought a tray of shots. More **** was needed.

Drinks. Dancing. Laughing. Honestly the bar was a blur. I don’t think anyone threw up. I don’t think we were kicked out but I’m not sure.

My memory clears up as I stumbled down the sidewalk back to my hotel with a girl under each arm:

The curvy brunette who I desperately wanted to fuck before my friend took her on a date

And

The Portuguese girl with the model body who started drooling when I told her I had a big cock.

I had to decide how I was going to successfully navigate the hotel bed with both of them.