Fucking While Drunk with My Professor After a Frat Party

Getting Drunk Made Me Brave

Fucking while drunk isn’t something I normally romanticize. It’s messy, impulsive, and full of bad ideas. But last Friday night? That bad idea had a name. And a beard. And tenure. It started at this disgusting, overpacked frat party. It was someone’s older brother’s house, music blaring like it was 2018. I’d barely walked through the door before someone handed me a mystery drink. Four of those later, I was dancing like my hips weren’t attached to my brain, soaked in sweat and attention.

The college guys were what you’d expect. Hot in a “won’t text you back,  used to fucking while drunk” kind of way. I let one of them kiss me against the fridge. Didn’t care about his name, since I was chasing something dirtier. Something I couldn’t get from boys who still wore backwards hats and called women “females.” I stumbled home with my heels dangling from one hand, phone in the other, heart pounding with that drunk, horny ache. And I did something completely reckless. It was the kind of hot fantasy sex most people only dream about.

I Texted Professor Daniels.

Forty-five with a sharp tongue, and always in control. He’s the kind of man who speaks with purpose and doesn’t look at you unless he means to. Of course, I don’t even remember what I typed. Something totally filthy and full of need. And then, stupidly… I passed out. When the knock came, I thought I was dreaming about fucking while drunk. I opened the door, mascara smudged, wearing half my outfit from earlier. He stood there. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Hands in his pockets.

“You shouldn’t be texting me that shit,” he said. “You shouldn’t be here,” I shot back. But neither of us moved, and then I fucking kissed him! Apparently getting drunk gave me dumb confidence. Professor Daniels pushed his lips into mine. It felt like he was claiming me. His strong hands picked me up and he found his way to my sofa. Finally, fucking while drunk was going to be fun and erotic! He called me a reckless little slut and told me I’d earned this. That I liked pretending I didn’t want him when I spent half our lectures biting my pen like a porno prop. He was right.

Fucking While Drunk Was The Best Experience Ever!

This was by far the most unfiltered naughty XXX time I’d ever had. He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my panties to the side. Holy fuck I could not believe Professor Daniels had his face buried between my ass cheeks. The wetness from his tongue lubed up my tight asshole. Fucking while drunk made it even easier to relax my body and just enjoy everything he was doing to my body. Two finger found there way into my pussy while he readied me for anal sex.

I could hear myself begging him to fuck my ass. Thankfully, he was all too ready to give me what I needed. His thick cock popped into my tight hole easily. “Ahhh! Oh my god, please fuck me!” I said again. Instead of being gentle, he took all he could from me. My ass was pounded deep and hard until he was close to cumming. Instead of filling me up, he pulled out right after I came and told me to roll over. Since we were fucking while drunk, he stuffed his cock into my mouth and made me suck him off until he finished.

“What a good whore you are, Leila.” he cooed. We laid tangled on the floor, me tracing circles on his chest, him calling me trouble. I laughed. Of course, I knew I was. I’ve always been the kind of girl who makes good men do bad things. So yeah… fucking while drunk may not be elegant, but sometimes it’s  what I want. And if I happen to sit in the front row next class, wearing nothing under my skirt and giving him that look? Well… that’s just me being consistent.

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