Another drunk sloppy Blowjob from my GF's hot friend [MF] 27

To catch you up/remind you - I was on holiday with my GF and a group of friends. We'd all gone out for a 'big night out', but her gorgeous curvy blonde friend and frequent wank fantasy of mine Emma had got way too drunk way too early. Needing a nap to recharge, I was a gentleman and walked her back to our appartments.

She thanked me by giving me the deepest, sloppiest and QUICKEST blowjob I've ever had.

The surprise and intensity of it caught me completely off guard and I came super quickly.

Almost embarrassingly quickly. So much so that she APOLOGISED and told me she'd 'make up for it' after her nap.

And then she'd fallen asleep. So that's where we're picking up!

I considered waiting there in the appartment for her, but it was clear she was absolutely flat out. Not surprising givne how much she'd drunk by that point. It was still early in the evening for the 'Big Night Out' though, so I made sure she was comfy and headed back to the bar to rejoin friends.

I had a real skip in my step on that walk. I'd just lived out one of my all time fantasies. The girl I'd spent literal years wanking to had just made me cum for real. True she'd been drunk and not giving her best work, and true I'd cum far, far too quickly to be able to properly enjoy it but even so. It was a life goal achieved!

It was only when I got back and started chatting and drinking again - trying not to just keep reliving the feeling of cumming in Emma's mouth since I was now out with my GF! - that a kind of post nut clarity started to creep in. What if she sobered up and felt guilty and wanted to tell my GF? What if she wakes up but doesn't remember it at all? Should I say something?

It was two and a half hours later when we all got a group message.

'Awake! And feeling much better! You still all staying out for a while? Can I rejoin?'

Everyone was amazed she'd come round so quick, but since the plans were to keep the night going, she was told to come join us again.

Which was when I got a second message.

'Gonna come collect me?'

My heart fucking sunk. That felt so much like a 'we need to have a talk' message. One of the other guys had already offered to go and get her but I made up some bullshit about how she'd made me promise to go back so no one else saw what state she was in. Thankfully it was late enough that everyone was drunk enoough to believed me.

I spent the whole walk back thinking I was going to be sick, wondering what the fuck I was going to say. I knocked when I got to the appartment door and she shouted come in.

Fuck. She wasn't just going to walk back with me. I walked in with head down ready to be 'in trouble.'

'I am so fucking sorry!'
said EMMA.

I could barely believe it. She was stil drunk but definitely had more clarity to her than earlier.

'I woke up and all I could think about was how shit the blowjob was! Do you reckon we need to head straight back or have we got some time?'

I was almost speechless. 'We've probably got a bit of time?'

'Would you mind if I tried again then?' she said, asking the stupidest and sexiest question anyone has ever asked.

For the second time that night she got my cock out. And for the second time that night I was rock hard before she'd even touched it. She smiled a cheeky smile as she took hold of it. It's the prettiest she'd ever looked.

Unlike the last time, she didn't immediately swallow me whole. She ran her tongue from the base of my cock right to the tip.

And then she did it again. And again. Each time as she got about halfway up she locked eyes with me. It took every fibre of my being not to cum every lick.

After seven or eight long lavish licks, she grabbed my cock firmly and started tugging. It was as tight and firm and rough as it had been earlier, but this time she also started sucking on my balls so I didn't mind.

Holy fuck does she know how to suck balls!

It felt fantastic. I must've let out a little groan or moan as she stopped sucking, smiled up and me with an enomrous grin and asked me if I was having a good time.

I was almost incapable of speaking but managed to stutter a 'fuck yeah' or something like it. But before she got back to tugging my cock off and tonguing my balls I decided to be bold.

'Do you not want to have some fun too? You'll be two up on me if you carry on...'

I didn't get much further before she told me definitively no. This was her way of thanking me for being so nice. And then for fucking up the first time by finishing me too quick.

I wasn't going to argue. She'd made me cum once already and now had her sexy lips around the tip of my cock and was super close to making me cum again. This was beyond anything I could've dreamed of.

But I knew I had to say something or I was going to regret it for the rest of my life. She was still wearing the tiny black dress that had been her Big Night Out outfit. She'd napped in it so it was looking a little dishelved but she still looked incredible - her long legs and incredible thighs, and most of all her cleavage I'd spend the majority of the night staring at.

So I asked her if she was going to get her tits out this time.

I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off. Or to tease me. Or to just say no.

She didn't even take her mouth off my cock. She just slid the thing little straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to her waist.

Some tits look better in dresses and as cleavge then they do unleashed. Hers looked every bit as perfect out as they had done nearly bouncing out of the dress.

The sight alone was nearly enough to top me over the edge. I gasped something about how incredible she looked and my breathing went shallow as I felt myself on the verge of cumming.

She suddenly started squeezing my cock super hand and brought her mouth away. Before I'd had time to wonder if I'd said or done something to fuck it up right at the end she said

'Are there some wet-wipes on the table?'

I must've looked utterly blank in the moment.

'Because if there are you can finish on my tits if you like?"

I think I called her perfect, then leaned over to grab the pack of wipes.

She repeated her instant deepthroat trick where she went from lips around the tip to the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat in the blink of an eye. But she only did it once before grabbing my cock hard again.

'Fuck, wait, no. It might drip on the dress.' Oh no, I thought, I'll jjst have to finish in her mouth again. WHAT A SHAME!

But, ever practical as I now should've realised she was, she just jumped up off her knees and lay back on the bed instead.

"Don't get any ideas. Just get up here and finish on my tits' she laughed.

I laughed too. And then precisely as I was told! I got on the bed and kinda straddled her chest. She gave me a few more firm tugs before grabbing her boobs and squeezing them together to make a bigger target.

I let my cock fall against her tits first relishing the feeling of her soft skin and the delicious bounce as it impacted. We didn't have any lube but I couldn't reisst briefly pushing it between her enormous cleavage titwank style.

Even dry it felt amazing.

'Maybe next time' she said, with a wink, then let go of one tit and grabbed my cock to tug it again. She was a lot more delicate this time.

It still only took half a dozen strokes.

It was my second load of the day - my second load in three hours! - but I still shot four huge jets of cum onto her chest. The first massively overshot and hit her on the chin, the remaining three coated her incredible tits, slowly running and dripping off and onto the bed.

I told her she was incredible. She asked me to pass the wetwipes.

She really was perfect.

And the holiday still wasn't over.