Posing the drunk girl

Sylvie was completely out cold on the sofa, her head lolling to one side, cheeks flushed from all the cider she had drunk. The girls had been teasing her for hours, pushing can after can on her until her posh reserve had crumbled into giggly, slurred responses. Now she was dead to the world, breathing heavily, completely vulnerable in her new tracksuit.

Courtney looked at her passed-out form and grinned wickedly. “Look at her. Proper out of it. Reckon we should have a bit of fun with our new posh toy?”

Jade and Charlotte exchanged excited glances and nodded eagerly. The three chav girls moved in like predators.

“Strip her,” Courtney ordered with a laugh. “Let’s see what the posh bitch really looks like under all that fancy shit.”

They worked together, carefully peeling off Sylvie’s tracksuit top and bottoms. The cropped white top came off next, followed by her bra and knickers. Soon Sylvie was completely nude on the sofa, her natural F-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath.

The girls froze for a moment, eyes wide.

“Fucking hell…” Courtney whispered. “Look at the size of those tits. Natural F-cups and she’s been hiding them under all that posh shit? They’re massive!”

Jade reached out and gently lifted one, shocked. “Proper heavy and real. Bet she’s always trying to hide them so she looks all proper and innocent.”

Charlotte grinned. “She’s got a banging body under all that fancy clothing. Who knew the posh girl was packing this?”

They took dozens of photos. First, they posed her with her legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs as if she was masturbating.

Jade positioned her other hand on her own breast, pinching the nipple. They took close-ups of her face, her full lips slightly parted, and her nude body in various lewd positions.

Then came the marker pens.

Courtney started drawing on her body with a thick black marker. She drew several crude dicks aimed directly at Sylvie’s mouth, complete with balls and dripping cum details. On her breasts she wrote “FREE USE” in big letters. On her stomach, “CHAV SLAG IN TRAINING.” On her thighs, “POSH CUNT” with arrows pointing toward her pussy. Charlotte added a few more dicks on her ass cheeks and wrote “PROPERTY OF THE ESTATE” just above her pussy.

Jade giggled and drew a big heart around one of the dicks on her face. “She looks proper filthy now.”

For the final poses, they got more creative. Charlotte pulled down her own tracksuit bottoms, exposing her huge, round bubble butt. She sat on the edge of the sofa and pushed Sylvie’s head firmly between her cheeks, her nose pressed right against her asshole. Charlotte was drunk and giggly, wiggling her ass playfully.

“Smile, Syl!” she laughed.

Then, unexpectedly, Charlotte let out a loud, wet fart directly onto Sylvie’s nose. She did it again a few seconds later, giggling uncontrollably. “Oops! Sorry, babe. Couldn’t hold it.”

The girls howled with laughter, taking more photos of Sylvie’s face buried in Charlotte’s ass.

After a few minutes of that, they repositioned her. Jade pulled up her crop top, freeing her big, juicy tits. They buried Sylvie’s head between them, her face completely smothered in soft, warm cleavage. Jade jiggled her breasts playfully around her head for the photos.

“Perfect,” Courtney said, reviewing the pictures. “She looks like a proper passed-out slut now.”

They left her like that on the sofa: completely nude, covered in lewd drawings and text, face still faintly smelling of Charlotte’s ass, and the strong scent of cider on her breath. The girls headed off to bed, still laughing and chatting about how much fun they were going to have with her for the rest of the week.

Sylvie remained unconscious on the sofa, oblivious to her new, humiliating state.