Puppy Them Bites

I do. I drain the glass, hand it back over to you, and rejoin the party.

“Drink,” you say some time later, handing me a shot.

And I do.

“Here,” you say later still, handing me a gummy. I pop it into my mouth before returning to my friends.

I’m relaxed and floaty. Sure, conversation may be flowing more easily than when I’m sober, but everyone’s drinking; surely no one suspects anything out of the ordinary.

You wordlessly hand me a glass as I pass by. I drink it quickly, eager to get back to my friends. Wow, that was strong.

I giggle. I’m having so much fun! You come over to check on me. Maybe I lean against you a bit too much, but nobody says anything. You drop another gummy in the palm of my hand, and I’m sooooo stealthy when I pop it in my mouth.

I’m feeling kinda spinny, but I play it cool. My friends are so awesome; have I told them how awesome they are? You hand me another shot on my way to the bathroom, and I have to pee so bad that I slam it back. Wow, that was really strong! And much bigger than I was expecting. I stumble off to the bathroom and have to hold onto the wall on the way back. I have a massive smile plastered on my face, and I can’t seem to wipe it off. I’m just having such a great time, you know? Nothing to see here!

Words are getting hard, but if I speak slowly and don’t talk that much, nobody will notice. See, my friends don’t suspect a thing. They’re tipsy, too, and we’re all having fun!

We’re sitting on the sofa now. Why? Well, we were getting tired of standing. It’s definitely not because I was having trouble staying upright. Sure, I don’t quite remember how we got here, but I know there’s no way I needed help.

You come back over to check on my again. I missed you! We’re having a great time! You tell me that people are talking about me, saying that I might have overindulged just a little...but there's no way! I haven’t had that much to drink…I’m practically sober! If I seem giggly, it's just because I'm having fun with my friends!

You give me another drink, right in front of all my friends. I'm a bit shocked--I thought the whole point was that all these drinks were supposed to be a secret--but hey, since I'm practically sober anyway, I'm sure no one will think twice of it.

It's a super yummy drink, too. I must have drunk it too fast, though, because now I have the hiccups. I'm not drunk, though! You don't have to be drunk to have the hiccups. Well...maybe I'm a little tipsy. Hey, why don't we cuddle a little? Not because my head's spinning or anything, just because...well, I like you.

Suddenly, everyone around us is laughing. I'm not quite sure why, but you tell me that they're laughing at...me? Why would they be laughing at me? I'm stone-cold sober. Yes, even despite the hiccups...and the giggling. I've only had one drink! Ok, maybe two. But that's it!

You tell me that I should prove that I'm sober by going around and convincing everybody. What a great idea! And if the room spins when I stand up, well, that's just because I've been sitting too long.

You take me around to all the guests so I can chat with them. And you know what? They all agree that I'm sh-sober! That means I'm still winning!

I giggle as I bump into a wall. Whoopsie! Was that wall always there?

You hand me another drink because I'm just so sober. It goes down so easy. You always take such good care of me...

There is something about watching her face after she finishes drinking, the moment she is still totally sober, and she knows it will just be a few minutes before the alcohol hits her like a truck.

Watching her eyes glaze over, and her body start to sway. She can’t stand up straight anymore, stumbling as everything washes over her.

Before the first bottle can sink in all the way I’ve handed her another, and she puts it to her lips without thinking. It feels so good, like she’s going to float away.

Getting on the bed behind her and taking a shaky breath, taking in how beautiful she is. Lubing up my strap and jerking off above her ass, laughing and threatening to do that instead of put it in. "No, please," she begged, "please.."

I can never say no to her. Not when she's like this.

I press the tip of my cock into her, still nervous it wont fit. But it does. She gasps, and I groan as I feel how warm and wet she is. I start off with slow gentle strokes, but soon I'm rutting into her like an animal, growling in her ear and biting into her shoulder. She cries into a pillow, crying "daddy daddy daddy..." and mewling about how big it is and how full she feels. I wrap an arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock. Putting all my weight on her and thrusting my hips as hard as I can. She screams into the pillow that she's cumming but I don't stop. I'm chasing my own orgasm. Huffing on top of her, feeling as the pressure builds inside myself. Pounding into her as she shakes and whimpers. Collapsing on top of her as I cum, panting into her neck. Laying there for a while, holding hands. Finally getting the energy to pull myself up and slowly pull out, taking the strap off so we can cuddle together.

She lets me stay the night. We take turns spooning each other. It feels so good to be enveloped in her scent.