Just one pitcher for you. The rest for them.

You keep sipping your pitcher, and watch, as Beth eagerly sips hers. Monique takes a gulp, gives a pleased sigh, and leans back. You admire her lean figure, topped with the huge mounds on her chest.

"So, are we jus..." she begins to ask about the specifics of your drinking game, but, from your seated position across from her, you kick the bottom of her pitcher, sloshing beer in her face. "Pppfffsshhff," she spits. She wipes her eyes, looking up at you slowly with a slight smirk, and she takes another sip.

"Drink the whole thing, now, both of you. Down em," you command. Sipping yours own beer slowly, you clarify, "I'm takin it easy, cuz I don't wanna get sick. You girls, though, I don't know if you can get sick or not, and I don't care. You are gonna do whatever it takes to give me the sloppiest most irresponsible blowjobs ever given in a Hooters before. You ready for that? To do it successfully, first you gotta put down ... I bet like 5 or 6 pitchers each?" It's the BJU, you don't know what 6 pitchers of beer will do to a bitch, but you know she'll survive it.

Monique, the pitcher to her lips, is downing beer, gulp after gulp visibly dropping down her tall, smooth, brown neck. Her tits and her diaphragm rise and fall as she gulps and breathes and gulps and breathes. "Hhhuuuuh!" she exhales, and finishes the pitcher, shaking the last few drops out over her trainee Beth's head, and grabs another, chugging away.

Beth, of course, can't chug em back like Monique. Any woman in the BJU can chug a pint of your cum if you need them too, but this one apparently can't handle her beverages. "Do it faster!" you shout, and once more sip your beer casually.

Within a few more minutes, Beth has downed two and a half pitchers and Monique has downed four. Monique is drunk. She sways on her feet, and burps, putting down the empty fourth pitcher, and picking up a fifth. "Do I still gotta chug, or I can take them... hic! slow... now?"

"Nah, chug that one too, Monique. Now. The sooner you bitches finish drinking and get on my dick, the better."

Monique is drunk, and hits her teeth through her bottom lip with the pitcher, but when she finds the spot, and pours a pitcher straight down her throat, no gulps, just a stream of beer, that's a sign. She's drunk enough now.

"Beth, you better be into pitcher six when I'm done with this hole," you say, and grab Monique by her shoulders, bringing her drunkenly wobbling head down to your dick and slamming into her sloppy, sticky face. Her fake eyelash falls all but completely off, dangling across her eye now. The other one still looks kinda nice.

"MGNGGGGRGGLGLGLLLGLLLLGLLLGLLLGLG" she mumbles incoherently as your dick slides against her throat, beer coating everything inside and out of the poor waitress. "GRGGGRGRGRLRLGLLGL," she just keeps moaning. Her throat is completely loose, no gag or even swallow. Just a throbbing, hot, wet dick holster you can jerk around inside.

You jerk around a little too much, and she slides off, falling sideways on the floor. She's half-asleep, lidded and plastered. Stacy rushes over from the hostess stand before you can even ask for someone to pick the bitch up, and she picks the bitch up off the sticky floor, and puts her back on her knees, holding the back of her drunken head, and planting Monique's loose, slack mouth over your cock. "There you go!" Stacy says with a smile.

There's a clatter then, as Beth drops her third pitcher. "I'm a ssshhhhrhrrttt grl. yyyyno? I can't I can't I can't do treree I mean sisex pitchers. I..." but Stacy shoves the drunk girl to her knees before you, and you shove Monique aside. The black beauty sprawls on the floor, and you look down at her, both of you a little upset that you didn't cum inside her just now.

This is the BJU, though, and you have as much cum as you need, so you jerk it a couple times, and dump a pretty massive load on her from up on your hightop chair. She doesn't even move, now asleep on her knees from drunken stupor.

You slide your cock up into Beth's soft palate, which is slick with beer and it feels quite nice to slide your cock head around against it. Just as you do, though, you feel Beth drop, her mouth pulling your dick downward, down below your thighs even. Your cock is straining just enough to excite you further, pointing down into Beth's mouth, and then you see why.

Stacy, your faithful hostess, has lowered Beth below your crotch, so she can pour the remaining pitchers of beer down your dick while you facefuck the poor drunken plastic. You ram your cock down into her, grasping her head from behind. "URGURGURGURLGURGLURGULRGU," she gurgles, and hacks up some beer, so she must need more, if she's still resisting even instinctively.

"Get her as drunk as Monique was," you bark at Stacy.

"Dude, she's already way drunker than Monique was. She just has a stronger gag reflex." Stacy laughs, pouring the last of the fourth pitcher down your dickspout into Beth's basically **** face.

"AHhh notnconshus," she groans. "Daaaaaawidh Ah wannnnggurglrgurgurlgurgl." You are fluent in only your native language, but you're also now experienced enough with chicks yelling at you while you dick-stuff their throats that you are able to parse most cock-mumbles and cum-gurgles, and this little plastic cock-sleeve was just saying she's here, and she wants... more?

You slam your dick deeper, and Stacy pours the fifth pitcher into the poor little wannabe blonde's jammed up gullet. You piston, sloshing beer all over her absolutely over-filled body, the sticky stuff foaming up out of her mouth, splashing all over her face, and running down her neck and chest. Her head tilts back, her eyes glazed and rolling like a googly doll. You finally let her head come off your dick so you can cum in her eyes, and when you do, a series of gushes of liquid bring a good two pints of beer out of her mouth and all over Beth's pretty face.

Once you're done cumming, Stacy leans in to lick off your cock head, and she drops Beth on the cement floor.

Still, no Vanessa here.