Drunk Anal Novels & Stories

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

Her face crumpled like a paper after feeling the pain. "Sh*t, it hurts." She mumbled. "Don't worry, I'll move slowly." He said and began to push it inside and out very slowly and gently. The pain began to fade and it was changed with satisfaction. "Fvck, Gabe! Ahhh! Ohhh!" "Ohhh, d*mn, Annalise." They were both moaning as they invaded each other and committed the crime that should never happen in the first place. Was she drunk that's why she did it? Or did she just really want him so badly?

When I felt the crown of his dick against the hole of my Anal, I let out a scream even when he hasn't penetrated. "Please your highness!" I begged and he began to rub his hard dick against the hole of my anus. It was pleasurable but I was scared to my bone. I shook terribly under touch his touch. I cried out loud that it sounded like people could hear my voice from the outside. "Please!" I begged hoping he will listen to me. He continued rubbing his dick but he made no move to penetrate and after a while, I heard him sigh briefly and he stood up from my body.

Focus on other things. Anything. Like, what kind of sex we had in here last night. Lube is new for us, so I’m guessing I got kinky and wanted anal. I have been known to like it occasionally, when I feel dominant, kinky, and get on top to do it for myself, and drunken sex with Lexi I can imagine he was very open to something like that. He doesn’t seem like a guy who wouldn’t be into adventurous sex given past performances, and it explains why even back there is tender. He’s not a small boy, I might have to sit on a doughnut for a week.

I heard the sound of a bottle being popped open and my pussy surged in excitement as my heart raced and for some reason, I was reminded of my ex-boyfriend, who if he ever had a beer as soon as he gets home means it was a really bad day and I'm in for a hell of a rough dicking. Is Dominic the same way? Is he as sick as my ex-boyfriend, Evan? The last time something like this happened between Evan and I, he had made me bounce my ass on his beer bottle while his cock fucked my throat. My pussy walls clenched and I felt a tiny stream of juice seep out of my cunt at the memory, if something like that happened again, I wouldn’t be disappointed, I would happily oblige. My knees were starting to hur

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

(A/N: All Hayden's words and actions in the chapter are slurred because he is drunk, but for the reader's convenience, I decided not to break the speech!) Only God knows what the boy read from his phone, his face suddenly turned beet red in annoyance, and he suddenly downed the alcohol in his hand in one gulp. He continued his actions until he was drunk. His low guard attracted many people to his side.

Korrin’s reign of terror ended, I was discharged from the asylum, but the damage was already done. Dr. Korrin’s forced encounters did more than provide temporary relief from my mental torment; they cemented a deep-seated taste for anal pleasure that I hadn’t anticipated. I began to crave the intensity of being penetrated, the way it made my entire body react in ways that were both painful and exhilarating. The sensation of something inside me, the fullness, the stretching—it became central to my desires, shifting my focus away from my cock. The act itself seemed to reprogram my responses, making me derive satisfaction from intrusion rather than traditional stimulation.

She looks at me, “Do you really want to know, huh?” And then I nod. She looks around and then she puts her mouth really close and next to my ears, “Well, you see, deep throat was okay, but the anal sex? God, no! Never! Don’t even know how those girls in porn could pull it up.” I giggle like a super tipsy girl and I find her story really entertaining, “So, it didn’t get in?” “Gosh, no! We really tried, but even with lubes, it is impossible, I was crying, can you imagine?” she said with irritation and disgust in her voice.