A literotic sexstories: Drunken Revenge by RainerS ,
A young man abuses a passed out drunk girl.
It was one night in August. It was nice and warm outside, so the streets were filled with a sea of mini-skirts and tank tops, making me horny all night long. I was out with my friends, who were mostly in a relationship or very shy themselves and did not make for good wingmen. We were drinking until maybe 2 a.m., when most of them decided to go home. I lived in an apartment only a few hundred meters away, so I said goodbye and walked back to my flat alone.
At first I did not see Hannah, when she drunkenly slurred past me. But she recognized me and jumped on me, almost throwing me to ground. I was shocked to feel someone’s arms around me all of a sudden, but when I realized who she was my shock disappeared and I was happy to see her. Happy, and horny.
Hannah and I had a history. A friend of mine wanted to date her and introduced her to our group. She was a pretty thing, with hazelnut brown hair, a skinny, athletic figure and an amazingly hot ass. I remember seeing her in yoga pants once and jerking off to it for the entire next week. When my friend failed and finally landed in the friend zone, I tried my luck. She liked me initially, as I was successful in my business and she thought of me as some sort of strong, alpha male. However, on our date I made the mistake of being too nice to her – a trait that drives most women away – and our night ended with a simple hug. I tried to make another day with her, but she always had an excuse or just ignored my messages. I think this caused some sort of hate in me towards her, allowing me to do what I would do that one fateful night.
After our date I saw her every few weeks, as she had become part of our circle of friends. However, when we talked it was just boring, friendly topics with no flirtation, so I stopped thinking about her as girlfriend material. In a way, she liked me as a friend, but we never got close to each other.
On that night, however, she acted as we were the best friends in the world. Funny, how alcohol changes your opinion about people.
“Hi Josh! I am so happy to see you! How are you?” she babbled as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks – dangerously close to my mouth, by the way.
“Oh, hi there! Long time no see. I’m fine, and I can see you are also doing exceptionally well today”, I said with a smirk.
“Well, you know, a girl’s got to have some fun! Especially know that I broke up with that asshole Jackson!”
I had heard about her and that guy – a typical pumped-up bodybuilder type with a brain the size of a peanut. I had also heard, that actually he broke up after he got bored fucking the same woman for a few weeks and went on to his next victim.
I figured that drunk plus breakup equals willingness, and I did not mind of making out with her a bit. After all, she had basically turned me down and I wanted to taste those sweet lips at least once.
So I suggested: “Let’s celebrate our reunion with a little drink.”
“Off to the bar”, she shouted drunkenly.
She started walking to the first bar and I followed a few steps behind her. Finally I got a better look at her that night, and I was not unimpressed. She wore a tiny mini-skirt that revealed most of her smooth, skinny thighs and a tight tank-top that did not leave much to the imagination. I got an instant boner thinking about making out with her and exploring that cute body with my hands.
We entered a small club that played house music, which was not particularly my favorite. However, Hannah loved it and started dancing immediately. I could see how some of the guys followed her every move with their eyes. It made me even hornier that tonight I had a chance to get her. I danced with her for a little bit, bringing my body close to hers. Her crotch kept rubbing against my leg and I could feel her soft boobs on my chest.
After a few minutes I took her by the hand and brought her to the bar. I ordered a round of tequila for us. I did not want to get too drunk, but I also did not want to stay sober. It would be easier to salve my conscience for taking advantage of her if I was drunk myself. She poured down the tequila as if it was water and made me order a second round. Again, she finished it without hesitation.
I felt the urge to pee, so I ordered a cocktail for her to keep her occupied.
“I got to hit the restrooms. Stay here, I will be right back”, I told her.
“Don’t leave me here to long, Josh”, she replied.
I fought my way to the bathroom. My dick was still hard and it took me some time to empty my bladder. After I finished I walked back to the bar. However, she wasn’t there anymore. Her glass was still standing at the bar almost empty, but there was no sign of Hannah. I started worrying.
I searched for her in the entire club for at least 15 minutes. There were so many people that my sight was constantly blocked and I basically had to search every square meter of the club. Since I did not find her, I figured that she must have gone to the toilet as well. I waited outside the girls’ restroom for ten minutes, but she did not show up. Finally, I showed one of the girls a picture of Hannah on my smart phone’s Facebook app and asked whether she was in there. The girl came back shaking her head after a couple of minutes.
I was disappointed and pretty pissed off that she had obviously left me there. I left the club and wanted to go home when I saw her again.
Next to the club there was a small alley leaving behind the building. There were a bunch of garbage containers blocking the view from the street, making the place a make-out-location for horny couples.
A big, muscular guy came out of the alley. Hannah scuffled next to him, her hands around his neck keeping her from falling. When they reached the street, the guy sat her down on the stairs of a building. Then be put his hands between her legs and rubbed her panties for a few seconds. “By, baby”, he said, kissing her and leaving her there.
I was furious. At that time I could only think that this bitch hade make me buy her drinks and then walked off with the first guy she encountered. Today, I know that she probably did not have much control of her anymore, but back then I felt an overwhelming anger. I walked out to her and wanted to confront her.
“How could you just leave me in the club and walk off with that idiot, you stupid bitch!” I yelled. “Do you know how this makes me feel?”
“Josh? Josh? Where were you? Take me home please, I don’t feel good!”
I realized that it was pointless arguing with her. On the other hand, if I took her home I could at least sneak a peek under that tiny skirt – a well-deserved compensation for my efforts that night.
“Okay, Hannah, hold on tight.”
I put her arms around my shoulder and supported her. Her apartment was only a few hundred meters away, but it was quite the challenge to get her there. I had to stop a couple of times and put her body against a wall to get some rest. After the first break I started walking again with my hands positioned a little higher, giving me the chance to touch her boobs. She did not object. In fact, I don’t think she realized it at all.
The second time we stopped, I placed my hands on her thighs. Her head rested on my shoulder, while a slowly pulled my hands up to her ass. I could feel her bare skin, as she was only wearing a G-string. And boy, it felt great.
However, other people were on the street and I was scared to run into someone I knew, who might have correctly assessed the situation. So I hurried to get her back to her place. When we reached the door, I looked through her purse to find the keys – a task she would probably not have managed in her state. When we went to stairs up to the second floor, I supported her with my hands on her ass again. This time, she tried to place them somewhere else, but I did not allow her to move them. In her drunken state she finally gave up.
I had not been in her flat before, so when we walked through the door I was hoping for no bad surprises, like a new temporary roommate. Luckily, the place looked empty except for us. She just dropped her purse and opened the first door on the left, which was obviously the toilet. She did not close the door entirely, so through the opening I could see how she pulled her panties down and sat down. Then I heard the noise of water splashing on water.
I got an instant boner again. I opened the door to get a better look at her. Her legs were closed so I did not see her pussy, but the sensation of watching Hannah pee, without her realizing me, was overwhelming. I had the sudden idea of extending my porn collection and pulled out my smart phone. The video camera on it was quite decent, so I filmed Hannah for a couple of minutes.
Finally, she looked at me.
“Bring me water, Jacks!” Jacks, not Josh. In her drunken state she thought I was her ex-boyfriend. However, I realized that I could get into some real trouble, if she remembered me filming her when she sobered up. I had to make sure that she was too drunk to remember any of this.
I did not say anything, as I did not want her to recognize my voice and realize that I wasn’t Jackson. Instead, I searched for the kitchen. I looked through the cabinets and found her alcohol stash. She had quite a few bottles of hard liquor, partly opened. I chose a bottle of vodka and poured some of it in a glass and filled up the rest with water. Then I brought it to her.
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