Break out the champagne and pay the driver to take the long way home

Knocking on the window, you hand the driver a fifty and tell him to take his time. Alan is already pouring the champagne when you turn back. Straddling together on the chair, you feed one another your drinks. You take turns licking each other?s lips, tasting the wine. Another glass is poured, and you down those while in the process of removing each other?s clothing. Balance is lost soon, as you tumble onto the floor of the limo, arm in arm, knock-down drunk.

?Oh, Alan,? you whine, on fire. ?Please, do me. Stick that cock of yours in my pussy.? He holds out though, positioning himself over your face. You lick the underside of his penis, which seems eight or nine inches long in your current daze. Allowing your tongue to soak his balls, you grip his cock and stroke it over your face, imagining what it will feel like inside you.

Alan takes the bottle of champagne and pours a little out, splashing over shaft and your face. In your drunken state you lick up every drop you can, slapping the head of his penis against your lips. Backing up, he tips over the bottle, pouring the rest out onto your stomach and down your pussy. Like a drowning man, he laps the champagne off your lips, holding your hips down to make sure you don?t move. Moans and whimpers become erratic as the two of you indulge yourselves in an endless stream of sex noises.

Turning around, Alan slides back up your chest, resting his balls on your face again. You suck each one into your mouth while beating his cock up and down. His scent is overpowering, but it does nothing but you turn you on more as you manhandle him. It?s not long before you feel that wonderful spreading sensation, but it feels different than normal. That?s when you realize he?s sticking the empty bottle up your twat!

?Oh!? you warn. ?Be careful!? It feels weird, but pretty much everything right now feels good, and you let him piston the bottle inside you for a couple minutes while you swallow his cock. But soon you?ve had enough. ?All right, that?s enough!? you demand. ?I need something else in me.? He gets the hint, sitting up and rolling you over onto your stomach. Crouching above you, he rub himself up and down your slit, bathing his cock in your juices. Finally, he enters you, splitting you wide open. You arch your ass to meet him, taking in every sensation. At one point he stops deep inside you, resting his sac on your clit. You wish you could have just glued him to you right there, forever holding him in that position.

The next half hour is a blur. You fuck in every way you know how, though the hottest is when you ride him, allowing you use all five senses in fucking him senseless. Sweat practically drips off your bodies, as you grasp and clench and moan and slide upon one another. When he starts to explode, you actually pull him out so he can come on your face. Feeling like a slut already, you groan as each splash hits your cheek and your throat, showering you with his thick cum. Taking a gob in your fingers, you swallow his spunk, still breathing hard. He helps clean you up as well, licking a spot off your cheek. Collapsing on the floor, you mold your oiled bodies together, breathing in unison until you catch your bearings.

After dressing (which takes longer than it should), you notify the limo you?re ready to go back to the motel. It?s obvious you?re still hammered as you fall out of the limo, but the driver smiles politely, graciously accepting your tip (was that a ten or a hundred you gave him?). Stumbling up to the hotel room, you both crash on the bed and fall asleep in each other?s arms.

The next day greets the two of you with massive hangovers. The first three hours are spent clutching your heads and warding off dizziness, though Maddie does her best nurse impersonation and watches out for you. She?s feeling better, so that night you hit a show (a quiet one without bright lights). The rest of the week is entertaining as well, though you remain physically wiped throughout the trip, still trying to recover from the other night. Alan feels similarly, and the two of you stave off most of the usual affection for the rest of the trip. Perhaps in a few weeks you?ll look back on that night with excitement, but for now you just need sometime to yourself.

Upon arriving in Minneapolis, Maddie turns to you and says, ?So, Gabbie, are you glad you came??

You muster your best smile. ?It was great, Maddie. Thanks for inviting me. What about you, Alan??

?Eh, it was all right,? he says, deadpan. You sense he?s just messing with you, but you don?t have the strength to tease back.

        The End