Drinks at the Bar Part 1 By Veronica Katselnik
Here I was, spending my typically Thursday nite, at the local Irish pub
Shot after shot with the friends, one round after the other, starting to feel a buzz
There she was, in the middle of the room, in her silk green mini dress and stilettos dancing to the music in the background.
I couldn't help, by getting behind her, putting my hands around her, letting her lean into me, dancing with her.
As I felt the buzz kicking in even stronger, I felt myself leaning back into someone. She had disappeared, and I knew the person who was behind me was trying to prevent me from falling. I felt very drunk, drunker than normal.
Whoever was holding me up, was at this point breathing down my neck, with his hands around my waist. I did not have enough control over myself to reject what was happening, being as drunk as I was. I continued to lean back. feeling his left hand rubbing my crotch through my clothes, which felt like silk against my body.
For some reason, I really liked how the hand felt rubbing my crotch, and so I put my hand on the hand that was on me, in order to help it touch me. It felt like a man's hand. I was still very drunk, and I really liked how it felt.
I got a little control over myself, and pushed myself out of whatever was holding me up, and started walking, feeling funny like my feet were off the ground. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I managed to make way for the bathroom.
The person who was holding me up a few moments ago, happened to follow me in, and started holding me again, arms around me strongly, for some reason breathing and kissing my neck.
I was so drunk, and I was not able to do anything but lean back into this man, to let him keep me up, feeling his hand on my inner thigh, making its way up my leg, which kind of felt good.
Not realizing what was happening, I started to let out what sounded like feminine moans of pleasure, as this man's hand was rubbing my crotch again. His hand was now inside my underwear, rubbing my crotch, which I was absolutely enjoying, and couldn't help but pull down my panties, and hold his hand on me.
Realizing that somehow, at this point I was not wearing any pants, which I never remembered taking off, I felt something weird. I felt a finger poking inside my crotch. But it's impossible, I have a dick, how could there be a finger inside my dick? Enjoying the feeling I held his hand, and started sliding up and down the finger that was in me, now looking down, realizing I am wearing the silk green minidress that she was wearing.
As I turned around, realizing I was her, looking at what used to be myself, I couldn't help but undo his pants, and let him push me against the wall behind me, as he placed what used to be my dick, against the opening to my pussy.
I held the cock, as he started inserting it into me, slowly feeling every inch of my old self rubbing inside me, so drunk, I was enjoying this, moaning for him, letting him go all the way in me.
Mm fuck why was I enjoying this so much, being fucked, as a girl by someone in what used to be my body, not knowing my own name
I started to moan louder trying to control myself, but all I was able to moan out was "Mmm fuck me daddy, fuckkkerr, just fucking fuck me"
He was pounding me into the wall behind me as I held him tight, with my dress rolled up over my waist, deep inside of me, rubbing every nerve inside of me that made me feel good, sending waves of orgasm, and shocks from my pussy through my brain, and back each time he thrust into me, making me enjoy it more each time he pounded into me. I continued to moan out with no control over myself, while he was pounding me like a jackhammer against the wall, moaning louder things like" fuck me daddy, yes oh fuckker daddy fuck me don't stop just fuck me you big fuckker"
He started to slow down, as I continued to beg him to continue and go faster, and then he pushed me down, making sure his cock was all the way in me, and then...I realized no condom, as he shot strings of semen into me.
As he pulled out of me, I helped him get his pants zipped up, letting him go. I knew where he lived in case of anything. Cum dripping down my leg, I cleaned myself up a bit, put my panties back up, and adjusted my dress as I walked out of the bathroom in clumsily getting used to the stilettos I was wearing.
I went to a spot with good lighting to see if I can figure out my name. Looking through my purse, I found the driver's license, showing my address (hopefully) and my name which was Alice Duncar. I was 19 years old.
I went out to the dance floor and could not find what used to be me. Still feeling drunk and naughty, I started dancing, and before I knew it, there was a man behind me (probably a different man, but I didn't care)...
... To be continued.