#impact

You flinched, trying in vain to focus on the task at hand instead of his words and the weight of his gaze.

"Just don’t wanna feel guilty for wanting it," he said lowly, almost as if speaking to himself. You knew he liked it when you got fucking wasted, all inhibitions and filters gone. He thinks it's the only time you're actually honest with yourself about what you want from him.

When you were done you crumpled the can and dropped it to the ground, covering your mouth as you felt the air bubbles rising in your throat.

"Shit. Excuse me," you said meekly, hiding a playful smile behind your hand.

"C'mon, doll. That was nothin'," he said, leaning into the back of the couch. "Try another and this time try not to swallow so often. First fuckin' time that's come out of my mouth."

He grabbed another can, digging his thumb in the aluminum to create the hole. Every time you watched him break the metal the show of strength made you needy and even more desperate to please than before. The few beers you had earlier made the one you had just finished hit harder, and the glint in his eye as he watched you pour the beer down your throat told you that asking him to teach you was a mistake.

You tried not to swallow as often, like he told you, but all it really accomplished was making some of the foam leak out of the corners of your mouth. He patted your flank, egging you on to go faster, but you felt like your mouth and throat were being stretched to the limit. It was borderline painful to try to force it down in such big swallows, but when you peeked down at ben the look on his face made it worth it. His eyes were lidded, heavy with desire, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Now you're gettin' the hang of it, doll," he said once you'd finished. "Maybe one day you won't be as slow as fucking deep."

You dropped the can, pouting and moving to straddle his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder, the buzz starting to catch up with you.

"If you can do one more while you sit on my cock we'll call it a night."

Your head shot up when you heard the words, the fact that it hadn't been called a night news to you.

"Ben," you whined, feeling sleepier and sloppier by the second. "Can't I just rest?"

"I am letting you rest. Just gotta pound one more with a cock in your cunt. Other than that you don't gotta do a damn thing."

"Ugh," you grumbled, realizing that fighting it would only lead to 3 more and a cock in your ass. "Fine."

“Someone’s finally fucking learning. Now strip.”

You unceremoniously removed your clothes, only stopping to give him a little show with your panties. You turned the other way so your ass was right in his face, grabbing one side in each hand to pull yourself apart and let him watch the recoil and the way your ass is eating your tiny thong. He groaned behind you, obviously enjoying the view of your slightly stumbly strip-tease.

"Fuck, doll. As cute as you are I'd rather have my cock buried in that wet little pussy without that piss-poor excuse of fabric in my way."

You slipped them off, maybe leaning forward a little bit farther than you needed to. You jolted when you felt his finger dip into your opening, only swiping about an inch deep.

"Seems like your daddy teaching you how to get drunk is making your pussy all needy, baby. Do you ever wonder how you got so fucked in the head?"

"Yes," you whimpered, each honeyed word pouring out of his mouth only proving him more right.

"You wonder? Just too damn dumb to do anything about it?"

You nodded, acutely aware of how you were gently swaying in front of him, your pussy feeling ready to leak down your leg.

"Seems like daddy got you too fucked up to be introspective. Probably rather just sit on my cock, right honey?"

"Yes, please," you asked, yelping at the way he gripped your hips to pull you onto his cock. He sank in nice and slow, his fingers digging into the fat to control how you were taking him.

"There you go, baby. All full of booze and dad, huh? Just gotta do one more for me and I'll start bouncing you."

The deep stretch made you moan, your need to be filled temporarily sated.

He held the can in front of you, arms looped around under yours with his chin resting on your shoulder. His thumb dug through the can, creating the hole that you were starting to look at with distain. He raised it to your lips, a huff of a laugh escaping him when he felt the way your pussy gripped him while you watched the process.

"You're complainin' like I can't feel my cock pruning from how wet you get when your daddy's getting you nice and drunk. You're a sick little thing aren't you."

Before you could think of a response he tipped the cold metal against your lips, popping the top to start the geyser of liquid pouring out of the can. You drank the best you could, but with the way he started kicking his cock into you and rolling your nipple all you could really do is moan while the foam dripped all over you and down your throat.

"Well that was fucking pathetic," he told you when the can was empty. "Was only the fastest one because you spilled half all over your tits."

He smacked one to demonstrate the wet sound of the impact, smirking when you whined.

"Gonna call 'uncle,' princess? Or are you gonna make dad proud and do another 'cause you spilled most of that one."

"I can do another," you said quietly, the words getting harder and harder to enunciate.

"Good fucking girl. I'll even be nice and keep my hands off those tits."

He prepped the can for you again, banding his free hand around your waist to keep you supported and comfortable.

"Turning you into daddy's drunk little whore." He pitched his voice impossibly deeper to whisper in your ear, "bottom's up, baby."

He poured it into your mouth, and you fumbled to latch your lips around the opening.

"Look at that fucking throat," he said, egging you on. "Made to swallow whatever the fuck I give you."

You were working overtime, trying to make him proud and gulp as much as you could while you ignored the fullness of his cock in your belly. You weren't spilling as much this time, finally able to focus on the task at hand instead of ben's teasing. When you were done he tapped the bottom of the can, a pleased look crossing his face at the hollow sound.