Why not?
From Torg Adventure
Why not? "Sure, why not?" you answer and she gives you a slightly sloppy grin and leads you off the floor.
"I'll tell Vanessa later," she says, "Would you get me another drink, kind sir? I was drinking vodka and orange juice. I'll wait right here." She stands at the foot of the stairs holding onto the hand rail.
At the bar you order two double vodkas. Orange juice and other mixers are on a side table. Out of sight of the bar tender you pour one glass of vodka into the other and top it up with orange juice before strolling back to Brooke and handing it to her.
"Thank you Mr. Whatsisname," she says and gives you a sloppy kiss before taking a sip of her drink. "Mmmm tasty. You're a good bartender." She takes your hand and starts up the stairs. "Let's see what else you're good at."
You put your arm around her waist to steady her as she climbs the stairs. She's slightly wobbly on her heels and with whatever she's had to drink inside her. She puts her arm around you and hugs you to her as she sips more of her drink.
"Gonna fuck you senseless. You won't fuckin' know what hit you when Brooke gets through with you. Gonna make your forget all about that skinny little twat, give you some real pussy," she's murmuring as you walk.
At the top of the stairs there's a corridor running left and right. Brooke pulls you to the left and takes another drink. She opens the first door she comes to and turns the light on, revealing a single bedroom. The room is decorated with travel posters and a some reproductions of famous paintings.
"It's that stuck up cunt Robyn's room," she slurs, turning to hug you and draining her glass. "Mmmmm, that feels good," she chuckles as she grinds her pelvis against you, feeling your swelling cock. Her hot wet mouth covers yours, her tongue diving into you as she gropes your meat. "Help me get these fuckin' shorts off," she says, pulling back from you and unbuttoning her short shorts. As she does she staggers and falls back on the bed giggling.
"Might be a little drunk. That's okay, I'm an even better fuck when I'm drunk." She holds her legs up for you to pull her shorts off, rolling her panties down as you do so. You toss her shorts in a corner of the room and throw her panties after them. She sits up and scrabbles at your belt while you pull her top over her head and throw it with her other clothes. She frees your cock and devours it with her sloppy drunken mouth, drooling as she sucks you, and grunting with satisfaction.
You hold her hair and thrust into her mouth, forcing your cock deeper until she gags, then pulling it out to take a great gulping breath before thrusting it in again. She takes you deep inside her gobbling you, gasping when you let her breathe.
"I fuckin' love when you make me gag," she chuckles throatily. "I'm so fuckin' horny for you, my pussy's on fire. Put this hose in me and put my fire out, baby." She sprawls back on the bed and spreads her legs, playing with her pussy, beckoning you.
"You're a drunken little whore, aren't you Brooke?"
"I am. I'm a drunken little whore. Come and fuck this drunken little whore," she slurs as she beckons to you, smiling crookedly. You grab her ankles and hold them together, then turn her legs to roll her on her belly
"Drunken whores get fucked from behind," you tell her squeezing her breasts roughly and cramming your cock in her without any semblance of foreplay. She gives a burbling moan at your roughness but fucks back against you, rocking her hips and moaning. You push her head into the blankets and pound your cock into her, fucking her hard and fast.
"Fuck baby, that's good, fuck me good," she bleats into the blankets, pushing her ass up further for you. You plow into her, rutting like a hound, your thrusts pushing her across the bed until with a hoarse groan you explode inside her, coating her tight sheath with your cream. She might have come, but you don't really care whether she did or not. If she wanted to act like a whore she could be treated like one. You pull out of her pussy and grab her hair, forcing your cock in her gasping mouth.
"Clean it up, whore," you order her, and are pleased to see she licks and sucks you without hesitation. When she's done you tuck your cock away and do up your pants as she slumps to her side, sprawling on the bed, come oozing from her pussy, her face slack and drunk. In another moment she's snoring softly, the very picture of a drunken whore.
Leave? Or humiliate her?
