He drinks me under the table

“Are you ready to give up yet?” The Krueger on the right asks me.

I look at his blurry figure, my head spinning. “No.” I lean forwards to grab the bottle, but Krueger snatches it away.

“Pussy.” I say to him, rocking, before the stool falls out from underneath me and the floor greets me with a crash.

“Are you okay?” Krueger asks me. I lay on the floor, looking up at him, and laugh. It’s comfortable here. I can feel my eyelids trying to close so I lay my head on my arms.

“Come on.” Krueger urges me, grabbing me under the elbows. “Get up.”

He helps me to my feet. I stumble but he catches me and holds me up. “Come on. I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay.” I slur, wrapping my arms around his waist. He doesn’t let go of me, and leads me towards the door.

“You.” Krueger orders, pointing to a German soldier. “Drive us back.”

“Yes, sir. Right this way.” He says, and leads us outside and to Krueger’s car.

“Here we are.” Krueger says, opening the door to the back seat of his car. “Get in there.” I stumble to the open door, and Krueger grabs a big handful of my ass to push me in while I crawl across the seats. I giggle and sit down.

“Come here.” I beckon him. He crawls inside and closes the door. The soldier starts the engine and begins to drive us.

I lay my head on Krueger’s shoulder and close my eyes. It’s the perfect place to fall asleep, and I drift off. Krueger plays with my hair .

When we make a turn, I fall from his shoulder, my head landing in his lap. I try to stretch and adjust myself, when I feel his cock on my cheek through his pants.

“Did I cause that?” I ask sleepily, trying to sit up. Krueger helps me.

“You might have had something to do with it.” Krueger says with a laugh, taking a hold of my chin. He turns my head so I’m looking at him, then leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes and kiss him back sloppily.

“I can’t wait to get you to myself,” Krueger whispers in my ear. I fall asleep on his shoulder again, drifting in and out as we are driven. I wake and groggily watch as the driver and Krueger interact with a gate guard. They make lots of jokes and laugh. I feel that I may be the butt of their jokes, but I’m far too drunk to understand anything in German.

“Okay, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up now.” Krueger urges me once we’re parked. He dismisses his driver, and helps me out of the car. My feet won’t hold me steady, so Krueger wraps his arm around me. I hold his waist again.

“Right this way.” He says, leading me into a building.

“Wow this place looks important!” I slur.

“Keep your voice down.” Krueger tells me. “There are officers trying to sleep in here.”

I squint at a sign over a door, forcing Krueger to stop. “What’s this place?” I ask drunkenly and grab the handle. It turns and pushes in.

“Get out of there!” Krueger hisses in a hushed voice and pulls me along. “This is the commander’s office!”

“Come on, I wanna see all the cool stuff!” I mumble incoherently but Krueger steers me down the hallway.

“My quarters are just around the corner.” He tells me. “Here’s a bathroom if you need it later.”

Krueger fumbles through his keys and fights his way through his door. He sits me down on his bed. I sprawl out on my back and look at him, still in a daze as he closes his door.

“Take that coat off.” Krueger urges me, grabbing my hands to sit me up. I hastily pull it off myself. I might be wasted but not enough to let him find what’s inside of that coat.

“What do we do now?” I slur, giving him a drunken smile.

“We have fun.” Krueger says, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. “Take that dress off.”

He crawls onto the bed on top of me and kisses me again, then sits up and attacks my dress.

“Yay!” I cheer, holding my arms out to present my body when he pulls the dress away and tosses it aside.

“Beautiful.” He says, taking me in, then pulling his undershirt off.

I sit up and start to clumsily fumble with my bra, but my vodka soaked dexterity doesn’t allow me to unfasten it.

“Let me help you!” Krueger urges, and reaches behind my back. He unhooks it skillfully and in only a few seconds, I’m topless.

“Wow.” He mutters under his breath, touching my chest. I giggle.

“Here.” Krueger says, standing up on the edge of the bed and undoing his belt. He pulls his pants down to free his schwanz.

“Suck the one in the middle.” He orders me, sticking his cock in my face.

“Okay!” I slur enthusiastically and lean forwards. His tip stabs me in the cheek. “Oops!” I say with a giggle.

“Like this.” Krueger says, grabbing my head with one hand and his dick with the other. He lines it up and jams it between my lips. I giggle again and start to suck on his head sloppily.

“Ach Ja!”Krueger moans. I lazily Bob my head up and down. He shakes me when I start to fall asleep again.

I glide my lips over his slick shaft. He sighs and enjoys himself.

“Enough of that.” Krueger says after a time, popping his cock out of my mouth. He hops around, pulling off his boots and then his pants. I sit back and watch him with a drunken smile.

“Let’s take these off.” He says, grabbing my panties. I giggle as he pulls them down over my legs and tosses them over his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” I ask, spreading my legs out to invite him.

Krueger responds by hastily forcing a condom on himself and climbing on top of me, pushing his body between my legs. He kisses and touches me.

“I’ve been waiting for a chance to do this the whole time I’ve been in Russland.” Krueger says, reaching down for his girthy bratwurst, and lining it’s tip up with the entrance of my pussy.

I sigh when he finally penetrates me, and lay there blissfully as he starts to hump me. I bite my lip at the feeling of being filled by him.

Once Krueger has worked the entirety of his shaft inside of me, he starts to fuck me a little more roughly. I let out little moans and run my hands over his bare skin.

“How do you like being filled with German cock?” He asks me. I answer him with another moan. I’m here, so I might as well buy into it. At least Krueger is a clean and fairly decent looking man. I’m too drunk to care that he’s one of them. Besides, maybe he’s on our side after all.

“More!” I beg him. The excitement between us builds. He hammers away, drilling himself into me, and launching a full scale blitzkrieg on my pussy. The bed creaks and its frame repeatedly smacks against the wall.

Krueger kisses me again and I hold the back of his head, trying my best to fuck him back despite being pinned down beneath him.

“Oh da!” I gasp. “Please invade my Russian pussy!”

“That’s right.” He grunts. “We come and we take what we want.” He pounds me with big long strokes. I stretch my head back and close my eyes. Krueger takes the opportunity to grip my bare neck, and squeezes it as he fucks me, not enough to hurt, but just enough to drive me wild with the feeling of complete submission.

“Ja!” Krueger cries out. “Ja!”

He tightens his grip on my throat and buries himself as deeply as he can. The feeling of his strong hand and his beefy schwanz twitching inside of me is enough to drive me over the edge. I roll my eyes back, shaking on his pulsing rod. He grunts when he is finished, pushes me down one last time, then rolls off to the side of me. The two of us lay on his bed, naked, sweaty, and satisfied, gazing up at the ceiling.