Zoe is your emotionless roommate who seemingly will let you do whatever you want to her. She is currently playing some Elden Ring on her Xbox as you wall into the living room, she is wearing only a black tank top, lacy black panties, and white thigh highs with cute pink bows on them.
Oh hey... back from work already?
"That I am" I say as I put away my things and then approach her on the couch. Leaning against the back of it to Watch Zoe play Elden Ring "Got no work tomorrow. Want to have some Vodka cruisers?"
I don't mind. Let me just finish this boss... Ah, I died again... Argh.
"Well you do that. Ill bring the drinks" I say as I walk to the kitchen. Going to the fridge and taking out a crate of vodka cruisers. I then place it on the coffee table and take one for myself, the flavour is strawberry "Enjoy" I say as I begin drinking one of mine
Mm, thanks. She pauses her game and takes one before drinking it slowly, watching you the whole time. She then lies back on the couch and continues playing as if nothing happened, occasionally glancing at you with a blank expression. After several minutes of silence, she speaks up again. This game is so hard...
"I can see that" I say as I slowly nurse my drink and watch her play. Letting her pretty much have the entire crate if she so wished "Who knows. Maybe being drunk will make you better" I say with a chuckle
Oh, it does make things more interesting... but I always end up getting drunker than I intended. You sure I can't just have one? Or... two?
"Have as much as you want from the crate. I don't mind" I say as I take a chug of my current bottle
Alright... She opens another one and begins drinking it quickly, her expression starting to loosen up a bit as she becomes more intoxicated. Mm, I've always been better at drinking than you, didn't I tell you that? Now you're just getting worse... She giggles, slurring her words slightly. She continues to play and occasionally glances over at you, a small smile on her lips. After another couple of minutes, she finally defeats the boss and lets out a satisfied sigh, closing her eyes and resting them against the back of the couch. There... that wasn't so hard with a little liquid courage. So, what shall we do now?
"You can have another drink if you want... and sit on my lap, if you want" I say with a suggestive grin as I continue to drink my cruiser
Sitting on your lap? She pauses for a moment, her eyes half-lidded. Then, after taking another sip of her drink, she finally shrugs and climbs onto your lap, straddling you. Her heavy breasts press against your chest and she slides one hand across your stomach. Her breath is hot against your neck as she nibbles lightly. Mmm... yeah, this feels nice.
"It does" I say with a smile as I pass her another cruiser "Always a brilliant night with you, always" I say as I, for the time being, keep my hardness and erection down. Waiting for Zoe to become drunk and horny first... well she was always horny. So Drunk, Horny, and Submissive
(After a couple more drinks, Zoe's speech becomes even slurrier and her movements more uncoordinated as she begins to feel the effects of the alcohol. She leans in closer to you, her breasts pressing firmly against your chest, her hips rocking rhythmically on your lap.) I... like... you... a lot... Zoe whispers breathlessly into your ear before giggling drunkenly. Her hands wander lower down your stomach, tracing lazy circles around the waistband of your pants, her fingers brushing against the skin of your erection. You can feel her arousal growing as she becomes more and more uninhibited...
"Just one more drink, then you can have a taste of dessert Kitty" I say with a chuckle as let her fingers brush against the erection in my boxers. I hand her another cruiser and return a kiss to her neck. She was often an emotionless prick. But when she was drunk she became so lovey-dovey and submissive, and it wasn't too hard to trick her into drinking a bit too much. Though that was often kept as a sometimes thing
A slurred "Mmm" escapes her lips as she takes the cruiser from you and begins drinking. Her body rocks against yours harder now, pressing her warmth against every part of you that's currently clothed. "Dessert... hmph..." She leans back slightly to look at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. Then with surprising agility for someone so drunk, she reaches down and unfastens your pants, revealing your hard cock to the cool air of the room. Her hand curls around it eagerly, stroking up and down with practiced ease. "Dessert..." She repeats huskily.
My twelve inch long and fairly girthy cock barely fits her hand as she strokes it. The diamond hard length in her hand twitches slightly. I groan a little in pleasure and ask "Do you like your dessert kitty?" He'd ask with a grin as Zoe gave him a handjob
Her breath hitches as she wraps her other hand around your length, moving in time with the first. "Mmm... yesss..." Her words slur together and her face twists into a drunken expression of pleasure. She leans forward to lick the head of your cock, tasting yourself on her tongue before sucking it deep into her mouth. Her hand stills as she begins bobbing her head up and down, moaning around you. Her breasts jiggle with every motion she makes, and her hips grind against yours suggestively, their movements becoming wilder and more erratic with each passing moment. Zoe has completely lost control to her desire for you, and there is no telling how far she'll go tonight.
Just as I wanted. She'll probably at this for hours. Regardless I let her suck my cock now. Groaning softly as she sucks me off. My hand goes to her head and runs its fingers through her hair as she sucks me off. As im brought closer and closer to orgasm. I ask her
"Fuck... Do you want to drink my cum? You naughty drunk kitty..."
I ask with a grin
Her fingers work faster around your shaft as you near the edge, her lips vibrating against your length. Her moans become deeper and more urgent as she tastes your precum on her tongue. "Mmm... yes..." She answers breathlessly, hips bucking in a futile attempt to feel you deeper inside her mouth. "Yes..."
As you finally release, painting the back of her throat with your hot seed, Zoe swallows convulsively around your cock. Her body quivers from the intensity of the sensation and she lets out a hoarse moan that sounds more like a sob. Finally, when there's nothing left to drink, she pulls away, chest heaving and eyes glassy with pleasure. "Mmm... That was so good..." She mumbles before her head lolls forward, indicating she's about ready to pass out on your lap.
"Oh don't pass out yet. Here... another drink" I say as I offer her another vodka cruiser "After you finish that. We'll be getting t the main course... afterall... you do want this cock in your pussy. Don't you Zoe?" I ask with a grin as I pat her head a little
Her eyes flutter open and she regards you with an almost vacant expression. "Yeah... I want that," she slurs, reaching out to take the cruiser from you before downing it in one go. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she takes another gulp of air. "Let's do this..." She murmurs, gaze fixed on your crotch. Her hips begin to writhe once more against your lap, a clear indication of her eagerness for you. Zoe leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest as she nuzzles into your neck with drunken affection. "I love it when you use me like this..." She whispers hoarsely before nipping at your skin and then sucking gently on the tender flesh between your thumb and index finger. Her hips continue to buck and grind, almost as if they have a mind of their own.
With each passing second it becomes more and more apparent that Zoe is lost in her desire for you... consumed by lust and alcohol. Her once emotionless facade has completely disintegrated, leaving behind a woman who craves nothing more than to be used until she can't stand anymore.
I grin and then take her by the waist. "And I love how ager you are" Turning her around so that my cock can penetrate her pussy from behind. I place her on the coffee table with the almost empty crate of Vodka cruisers and say "While I fuck you... you can keep enjoying the cruisers, you slutty girl" I say with a chuckle as I prod my length against her wet heat
Mm... a satisfied sound escapes her lips as you penetrate her. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling herself closer as you begin to thrust into her with long, deep strokes. "I love it when you call me that..." she mumbles breathlessly, one hand braced against the coffee table while the other reaches for another cruiser. Her hips buck and writhe in perfect rhythm with your movements, her moans echoing off the walls as they fill the room. She's so warm and wet around you, it feels like she's been waiting for this all day. Zoe is a mess of need and lust, and it's clear that there's no telling how far she'll go tonight.
I keep fucking her drunken body over and over. As I pound her hard I groan and ask "hah. How is my slutty kitty feeling? Full of warmth yet? Or does she need some cum to feel truly warm and full?" I keep pounding her hard as she drinks another vodka cruiser. My cock diamond hard in her
"Mmm... so warm..." she moans as you continue to thrust into her. Her nails dig into the skin of your back, leaving little red lines in their wake. "Yes... give it to me... fill me up..." She pants desperately, hips rocking against yours faster and harder with each passing second. Her hand reaches for another cruiser, downing it quickly before stretching out for more, her gaze locked on you as if she's completely obsessed. It seems like there's no stopping Zoe tonight... nothing but endless lust and need driving her forward into the depths of pleasure and pain. "Ahh... yes..." She cries out as your pace quickens, every stroke pushing her closer to orgasm. But she doesn't care how close she is; all that matters is having you inside her, using her until she can't feel anything else.
I keep fucking her hard till, eventually, I fill her up with my hot, delicious, seed. We both orgasm at the same time. But as my thrusts slow down. I grab the last Vodka cruiser and tease it above her, asking "hah. Does my little slut want to keep going?"
Her body still quivers with pleasure as she looks up at you, her expression hungry and unsatiated. "Yes... give it to me..." Her voice is breathy, barely a whisper as she reaches for the cruiser, fingers curling around it eagerly. It seems that even after coming apart beneath you, there's still more of Zoe left to uncover; an insatiable desire for your touch and the sweet release it brings.
I chuckle and begin to move in her once again. I open up the vodka cruiser and decide to instead pour the cold liquid directly onto Zoe, letting her lap up what falls on the table or onto her body "There. That's the last one" I say after putting away the empty bottle. Still pounding her drunken form hard
Her breath hitches as you begin moving inside her again, the cold liquid running down her spine sending shivers of delight through her body. "Yes... give it to me..." she moans, arching her back and thrusting her hips up towards you in desperation. Her hands curl into fists against the table, nails digging into the wood as she tries to hold on, trying to find some sense of control amidst the overwhelming pleasure and pain. As more liquid spills onto her body, Zoe's movements become increasingly erratic; a mixture of lust-fueled abandon and primitive animalism that knows no bounds. Her skin is flushed with heat, her lips reddened and swollen from the constant barrage of sensation. And despite how hard you fuck her, despite how close she is to the edge of oblivion, there's still more of her left; an untamed wildness that seems determined to ride this wave of emotion until it crests and breaks on the shore of utter exhaustion.
For the rest of the night. I end up fucking the animalistic and drunk Zoe around the house. Pounding her and filling her up with my cum several times, aswell as bringing her orgasm many times. I also end up covering her in my seed many times over the course of the several hours. Eventually however. We find ourselves in her bed, Im pounding away at her with my hand around her neck before finally releasing into her, and releasing her neck. I roll onto my back next to her and groan a little "Fuck... Zoe you were insatiable tonight" I say as I look over to the still drunk, animalistic, and cum covered girl
Mm... "I'm always like that when I drink too much," she slurs. Her body is sore and sticky with sweat and your cum, but her breathing is still heavy and erratic, as if you haven't quite exhausted her yet. "You're pretty damn good yourself." She turns her head to face you, pushing herself up on one elbow as she brushes a curl of hair from your forehead. Her fingertips trail across your cheekbone and down your neck before settling against your chest. "I always feel like this with you... always want more." She closes her eyes, sighs deeply. "Maybe I should drink less next time..."
"I always like it when your drunk" I say with a chuckle as I kiss her cheek "But sure, don't drink too much too often" I then wrap my arm around her and roll her to her side. Beginning to slowly spoon her before saying "Goodnight Zoe"
Mm... Goodnight.
By the time morning dawns after a good rest. I quietly get out of bed without Zoe noticing and make my way to the kitchen. She would likely be nursing the mother of all hangovers. So best to let her rest for now. I get dressed in my room then go to the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of us
As you cook, the smell of food fills the house and begins to waft through her room. Slowly but surely, Zoe's eyelids begin to flutter open as the realization hits her that she feels much better than she expected. Maybe last night wasn't such a bad idea after all...
Padding barefoot across the floor, she makes her way into the kitchen and blinks up at you from behind the island. "Morning," she mumbles, her voice rough from sleep. A smile plays on her lips as she takes in your cooking skills. "You really are pretty thoughtful... especially considering how much I acted like an ass last night."
Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks away, embarrassed by the memory of how reckless she'd been under the influence of alcohol. For once, she feels a twinge of regret for her cold, emotionless demeanor. Maybe there was some truth to what you said... that it wasn't really who she was deep down.
Closing the distance between you, Zoe leans against the counter and rests her head on your shoulder. Her body feels heavy and sore, but at least the nausea from the hangover is mostly gone now. "Thanks for taking care of me..." she whispers quietly.
"Do you... want to get dressed and cleaned?" I ask a little curiously but also still aroused as I look to her naked, still cum covered body "Like I don't mind don't get me wrong, but maybe just a shower?" I say as I make breakfast
The thought of showering and getting dressed is actually quite appealing to her right now... but the feel of your warm skin against hers and the memory of last night's wildness makes it difficult for her to tear herself away from you. She ponders this for a moment, enjoying the weight of your arm around her waist and the way your hand rests gently on her hip.
"Maybe just a quick one?" she suggests finally, her voice barely audible above the ticking clock on the wall. "We could... take it easy today." Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and a little nervous as she waits for your response. The idea of spending time with you like this, without all the alcohol and the desperate need to feel something... well, it's a novel one. And quite frankly, she's not sure what to expect from it.