Liquid Lunch Leads To Fucking

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It was a hot summer day in Middle America, the kind of day where the sun beat down relentlessly and the air was thick with humidity. Inside a modest suburban house, a busty redhead named Tiffany was lounging on the couch in a state of undress, her heavy tits spilling out of a too-small tank top. She idly flipped through channels on the TV, her hand drifting down to rub her shaved pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

Tiffany was bored out of her mind. Her deadbeat boyfriend had ditched her again to go drinking with his buddies, leaving her alone with nothing to do except annoy herself with the thought of his cock in her tight holes. She needed some excitement…and she knew just how to get it.

Slipping a hand into her purse, Tiffany pulled out a small bottle of a clear liquid. It was grain alcohol, the kind of rough stuff that could put hair on your chest and make you see double. She had snuck it out earlier, intent on doing a little self-medication. Screwing off the cap, she tilted the bottle back and took a deep swig, gasping as the fire raced down her throat.

The liquor was doing its job. Tiffany could already feel her inhibitions loosening, a pleasant buzz beginning to build in her skull. She took another deep pull, and then another, until the bottle was half-empty. Her pussy was getting wet, soaking through her panties. She needed to get it filled. But with the boyfriend gone and no one else around…well, she’d have to get creative.

Rising from the couch on slightly unsteady legs, Tiffany staggered down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she stripped off her top, bra, and panties, letting them drop haphazardly on the floor. She stared at her naked reflection in the mirror for a moment, admiring the way her big tits jiggled, the curves of her thick thighs and ass. Fuck, she was a goddamn smoke show. Anyone would be lucky to dip their dick in her flooded hole.

Tiffany turned on the water and stepped into the shower, letting it sluice over her generous curves. Grabbing a bar of soap, she began to lather up her body, working the suds over her ripe body. As her soapy hands drifted lower, rubbing between her legs, she let out a long moan, the sound echoes off the tiles. Her hole was dripping with need, hungry for something to fill it.

Needing more friction, Tiffany braced one hand against the shower wall and turned around. Spreading her thick cheeks, she reached back to spread her puckered asshole open with her fingers, tracing her puckered rim with the tip of her index finger. Another loud moan escaped her as she pushed her finger inside, stroking her tight back passage. This was exactly what she needed, a quick trip to Pussyville.

As she continued fingering her ass, Tiffany leaned down to put her mouth on her swollen clit. Her tongue lapped eagerly at the sensitive bud, her lips and chin quickly coating with her juices. The double stimulation was driving her wild, the hot water streaming down her back an added caress. She could practically feel her cunt muscles clenching around nothing, desperate for a hard cock to fill her up.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Tiffany worked her fingers faster, her tongue becoming more insistent on her clit. She could feel the pressure building in her core, her climax quickly approaching. “Fuck,” she gasped, practically humping her own hand now. “Fuck, yes!”

An image of her boyfriend’s thick, veiny cock suddenly flashed through her head. She imagined him fucking her hard and fast, pounding into her wet cunt until she came so hard she blacked out. In her mind, she could hear him grunting like an animal, feel the slap of his hips against her ass as he drilled her hard enough to bruise. She could almost taste him as he pumped cum deep into her hungry hole, filling her with his hot seed.

Drunk on lust, Tiffany let out a guttural moan as she rubbed her fingers faster, fingering herself with wild abandon. She wanted it – no, she NEEDED it. She needed a big, hard cock stretching her and stuffing her so full she’d forget her own name. And goddamn it, she was going to get it.

Chest heaving, Tiffany slowly slid her fingers out of her raw ass and covered a shaking hand over her mouth. She stared hard at herself in the mirror, at the flushed, needy look in her eyes. She knew what she had to do. It was time to go shopping.

After drying off and throwng on some shorts and a v-neck, Tiffany searched for her car keys. Once she found them, she headed for the door, a predatory grin spreading across her face. She was about to go on a little trip. Maybe hit the mall, maybe a bar… wherever there were some prospective cocks who needed to tap this ass.

The liquid lunch had done its job. Tiffany was ready to fuck. And god help anyone who got in her way.