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“You’re so drunk.” Konig laughed as he carried me by my shoulder out of the party. Military parties always go like that. People get shitfaced drunk. It’s just how it works. But at this point, I’m just leaning on him for support. “Can you take me home? I feel sick…” He smiles and nods. “Of course, Liebe. Let’s get you home.” He says in that Austrian drawl, his hand lingering on my hip a second too long.
He makes it to my house a few minutes later, our barracks. He opens the door for me, locking it behind us. “Thank you, K–” I wretch, finally just throwing up. He catches me once I collapse, taking me into the bathroom. He rolls off my shirt quickly, unzipping my jeans, and rolling those off too. Each article of clothing has vomit on it. He discards them in the bathtub for the moment. He wets a towel, cleaning up my face.
He’s so much taller than me… He’s so caring…
I look up at him, gripping his shirt. I lazily grab his hand, connecting it to my clothed breast. My lip is lodged in the other. My gaze is hungry. “I don’t think I feel sick anymore.” I drunkenly slur. He looks down at me, surprised I’m acting in such a way. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Mein Klien…” I shake my head, taking a chug of vitamin water from my bathroom counter, getting rid of the taste in my mouth. “Uh-uh. I want you. Do you know what your slutty little waist does to me?” My hands grip his sides. His gaze is still apprehensive, but he’s fighting his instincts, hard. “Give in, give in… You know, alcohol makes my pussy fucking drenched.” He finally just scoops me up in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder. My head swirls in dizziness.
He thumps me down to my bed, turning me over on my stomach. I feel boneless. His strong hands are gripping my hips and stripping me of my thong, spreading my legs without care. I hear his belt unclasp, and a huge, bulbous cockhead prod at my pussy. I moan into the bedspread, spit pooling in my mouth. He’s pushing into me, and I’m fully immobile. He growls behind me. “Tight as fuck . Don’t tell me you didn’t like this in the morning. You’re the one who made me grab your slutty fucking tits.” I’m barely processing his words as he eases in and out of me.
He’s fucking into me without abandon, holding me down like a piece of meat. I moan quietly, consciousness slipping in and out.
He’s still fucking me? He’s lifting me up and down, using me like a doll. My head lolls to the side, looking up at him.
But I’m passing out again, noticing how much cum is inside me by the next time I come back up.
He’s using me… I can’t even move, fuck… How long is this going to go on?