Pretty Drunken Girl

My girlfriend is usually very dignified and innocent; I would never ask her to wear anything revealing, so how can I humiliate her? I can only wait until she's drunk and loses her rationality so I can do whatever I want to her.
Leaving aside my girlfriend, let's take my online friend akuma as an example. He's also a guy like me who enjoys humiliating and exposing his girlfriend, so we get along very well. His girlfriend is similar to mine; she's usually a pretty, innocent, and cute girl, like a girl next door. But when she's drunk, she does things she wouldn't normally dare to do.
akuma even professionally analyzed his girlfriend's drunkenness, dividing it into four levels. The most basic is that after drinking some alcohol, his girlfriend becomes a bit excited, quite different from her usual gentle and shy personality. If she drinks a little more, she becomes very talkative, able to chat with any random stranger. If you get her to drink a few more glasses, hehe, she gets a bit promiscuous.
Once, when she was this drunk, Akuma even told her to take off her underwear and show her butt to others, and she actually did it! If you get her two more drinks, that's the peak of her intoxication; she'll pass out and won't wake up no matter what you do. If she were to end up in bed with a man, she probably wouldn't even know it. And another thing is, after sobering up, his girlfriend completely forgets what happened while she was drunk.
Because of this, Akuma and his girlfriend have had many heart-pounding, nose-bleeding experiences, which he's been writing down. When he publishes them, we lecherous men will be in for a treat; hopefully, his masterpiece will be released soon.
Returning to my girlfriend's drunken state, the process was similar to what Kuma analyzed, except her reactions varied slightly each time, so I can't generalize it into a "theorem." I only know that my girlfriend is the type who gets drunk quickly and sobers up quickly; she gets drunk after only a small amount of alcohol, but wakes up after two or three hours. However, she also forgets what happened while drunk, only retaining some vague memories. But when drunk, she often does unexpected things.
That time was last month, in springtime. I caught a cold, and the worst part was having a fever. I saw a doctor, took some medicine, and my mind was a bit foggy and unclear. After lunch, I went to bed and slept.
Around 6 PM, my cell phone woke me up. It was my girlfriend, Shaoxia's, voice. Half-asleep, I listened to her explanation and learned that we were going to a farewell party for one of her good friends, Aren. I knew Aren too; he was my girlfriend's classmate in high school. His family was moving to Canada, and I wanted to make Shaoxia proud, so I forced myself to go.
That night, we went to a small restaurant in the suburbs for Aren's farewell party. Aren was short and not very popular with girls; all the friends at the party were boys, except for my girlfriend. In high school, Aren was often bullied by his classmates, even the girls. My girlfriend felt sorry for him, so he was especially good to her.
After dinner, everyone started drinking. I was so sick that I couldn't drink at all; just one glass and I felt like I'd passed out. My girlfriend knew I was sick, and she politely declined every toast for me. But those guys wouldn't let me off the hook. One guy said, "Your boyfriend has to drink, but it's okay if he doesn't. You drink for him!"
Amidst the bickering, my girlfriend had already drunk several glasses for me. Those guys seemed intent on getting her drunk, constantly urging her to drink. Of course, my girlfriend was the only girl at that table, and she was so beautiful. That day she was wearing a short dress, looking incredibly cute. Those guys were intentionally or unintentionally trying to get close to her, and even Ah Ren didn't stop her from drinking.
I wasn't really clear on what was happening; I just felt that the small restaurant was very stuffy, and with people smoking at other tables, the air was very polluted, and my mind wasn't clear. My girlfriend initially tried to refuse, saying she wouldn't drink, but later she said, "Don't underestimate me, I can still drink, I'm not drunk at all..." I knew she was drunk to be talking nonsense like that.
Later, they started talking about embarrassing things Ah Ren did in high school. Some boys said they once went into the wrong girls' restroom and were caught by two girls who threatened to cut off his penis; others said they had a crush on a girl, but her boyfriend found out and beat them up. They got more and more excited and started teasing each other.
Suddenly, someone said to my girlfriend, "It's your turn to tell us one of Ah Ren's embarrassing stories."
My girlfriend laughed and said, "Back then, he sat in the row in front of me, so clumsy, always dropping his eraser and pen on the floor, then frantically picking them up."
Everyone burst into laughter, and Ah Ren looked a little embarrassed.
"Don't laugh so fast, I haven't finished yet," my girlfriend said. "Once, I saw him drop his set square and compass again, and he bent down to pick them up. He had been trying for a long time without success, and I thought I should help him. Just as I was about to bend down to ask if he needed help, I discovered that he wasn't picking things up, but was actually peeking under my skirt! I had to quickly clench my legs together."
Ah Ren's friends were all astonished. So this guy had been peeping under my girlfriend's skirt in high school! It's not really that strange, because I used to peek at girls' underwear when I was in high school, and I believe many boys do that. What's strange is that my girlfriend brought it up; she seems really confused.
The boys teased Ah-Ren, saying, "So you're a peeping tom! What color is Shao-Xia's underwear?" Ah-Ren was very embarrassed. My girlfriend said, "I always wore white back then. What's so interesting about girls' underwear? I really don't understand."
Suddenly, one of the boys said to my girlfriend, "Ah-Ren is going to Canada next week. Let him see under her skirt one more time, so he can die in peace." Ah-Ren yelled, "What are you saying? Saying such unlucky things!" Everyone else burst into laughter.
My girlfriend giggled and said, "If you like to see it, you can. Actually, it's not that interesting." My heart was pounding. I never expected my girlfriend to answer like that. Was it because she was drunk? But this was a restaurant! There were a few burly men smoking at the next table, and they turned around when they heard her say that.
My girlfriend sat down in the chair next to Ah Ren, lifted her short skirt, and spread her legs, showing Ah Ren her light blue lace panties. When I saw my girlfriend's two cute thighs completely exposed, I almost had a nosebleed. Ah Ren was a little embarrassed, but he was also looking at her greedily. The other boys started yelling, "Hey, hey, hey, that's not fair! You're only showing it to Ah Ren, we can't see it! Come over here..."
My girlfriend, her face flushed, drunkenly sat down next to each of them, spreading her legs for them to see. The power of alcohol was terrifying; it had turned my innocent and lovely girlfriend into a wanton woman.
After a long while, my girlfriend finally squeezed past the boy next to me and did the same thing again, pulling up her loose skirt and spreading her legs wide. At this point, even I could see my girlfriend's blue panties. The thin panties seemed a little damp in the middle. Damn, my girlfriend probably got aroused after being seen by so many boys.
We didn't finish our wild party until midnight. When my girlfriend and I walked out of the restaurant, our legs were a little weak. Ah Ren and his old friends had all scattered like birds. We could have taken a bus and transferred to get home, but seeing that we were half-dazed and my girlfriend was half-drunk, we decided that taking a taxi was the safest option. So we supported each other as we walked to the taxi stand some distance away.
Suddenly, two men behind us chuckled and walked up to us. It turned out to be the man from the next table who had been smoking. One of them said, "Wow, little sister, you were showing your underwear to those guys earlier, but we couldn't see it clearly. Can you show it to us?"
I was about to yell at them when my girlfriend, seemingly drunk, said to them, "Okay, I'll show you, just for a second. If you still can't see it clearly, I can't help you." She then actually lifted her skirt and quickly showed them her underwear. My heart pounded. I never imagined my girlfriend would let strange men see her underwear!
Another man complained, "Not enough, not enough, too fast, I can't see clearly."
I tugged at my girlfriend, thinking she would be scared and run away with me, but she pouted and said, "If you still can't see clearly, then you two do it yourselves!" I think she meant for the two men to look at their own bodies, but she said the wrong sentence, "Then you two do it yourselves."
The two strangers laughed and said to me, "Your girlfriend asked us to come see her, so don't blame us!" After saying that, one of them pulled up her short skirt. Her short skirt was the loose, doll-like kind. That man was really too much. He pulled it up all the way to her armpits, and my girlfriend's entire body was immediately exposed. Not only were her panties exposed, but her bra was also exposed. The most beautiful thing was that her very curvaceous body was exposed. The two men couldn't help but make a "whoosh" sound.
My girlfriend started to get scared and said "No!" as she tried to break free and run away. But the man grabbed her skirt and pulled her close. He then grabbed her panties and pulled them down, exposing her two round, plump buttocks. I almost had a nosebleed. Just as I was wondering what to do, my girlfriend screamed. We were still outside the restaurant, and the two men, realizing they couldn't force themselves on her, released her and ran away. When my girlfriend
and I reached the taxi stand, she had tidied herself up, but the effects of the alcohol had fully taken hold. She started to feel drowsy, and by the time the taxi arrived, she was practically asleep. I had to push her into the taxi.
The taxi driver, a burly man in his forties or fifties, saw us trying to get in but was in a hurry to drive off without taking us. Luckily, I stepped onto the road and managed to stop him.
My girlfriend and I sat in the back seat, and she leaned against me, falling asleep within two minutes. Damn, this is bad. My girlfriend is asleep drunk, which means she's really drunk. I'm also dizzy and lightheaded. The thought of carrying her home is awful. But I didn't think too much about it, because I also drifted off to sleep.
I think the taxi made a few turns before stopping right in front of my rented apartment. The street used to be lined with small car repair shops. When the taxi arrived, I think it was already past 1 a.m. The surroundings were quiet and dark, like a dead-end street, thankfully illuminated by a few dim streetlights.
After the car stopped, the driver said, "Hey, we're here!"
I knew I was home, but my whole body ached and felt weak, and I was drowsy. I wanted to ask the driver to wait a bit so I could wake up before letting us out, but my throat still hurt so much that I couldn't make a sound. I tried to get up, but I was still too weak.
I squinted, glancing slightly at my girlfriend leaning against me. She was still as tipsy as when we got in the car. The smell of alcohol mixed with her fragrance created an alluring, sweet scent that stirred my imagination. She was breathing evenly, and I knew she was both deeply intoxicated and soundly asleep.
"Fuck your mother's stinking chicken!" The driver seemed a bit angry, muttering profanities to himself, "I don't know what's wrong with me lately, having such bad luck, running into this drunken brat who won't pay!" He got out of the car, muttering incessantly, "Fuck them, just drag them out and dump them on the street."
I was struggling to get up, so hearing him say that reassured me. I figured I'd wait for him to drag us out of the car, and then we could slowly climb back upstairs. At least he didn't say he was going to beat us to death and throw
us in the ditch. The driver kept muttering, "Fuck them, another wasted trip, I don't know what bad luck I've been having lately..." As he spoke, he opened the back door of the car, from my girlfriend's side, because he parked on the right. He continued muttering to himself, "Come on, get out of the car, you two brats. I'm unlucky to have run into you tonight. I'll just leave you here..."
I found the driver somewhat amusing, but of course I didn't laugh. My head was spinning, and my throat hurt; how could I laugh?
The driver grabbed my girlfriend's slender arm and pulled twice, but he couldn't budge it. My girlfriend's entire upper body was leaning against me; how could he possibly move her? The amusing driver muttered again, "Damn you, you filthy slut, I can't even pull you up, you're really unlucky..."
Seeing that pulling my girlfriend's arm was useless, the driver noticed her legs were leaning towards the door, so he reached out and pulled her right leg. I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when he pulled, wow, my girlfriend's entire leg was exposed! Her short skirt only covered half of her thighs, but when the driver pulled her right leg up like that, her legs were spread wide apart. How could the short skirt cover that? It's safe to say that from the driver's perspective, he could see my girlfriend's entire underwear!
Sure enough, the driver was also stunned for a moment, his eyes widening. He stopped muttering and gently put down my girlfriend's right leg, patting her and asking, "Miss, the car is here, please get out!"
My girlfriend was as drunk as a log, but a strange thought crossed my mind: if I ignored him, would he take another look at my girlfriend's alluring underwear?
Seeing that we didn't react, the driver pulled my girlfriend's right leg up first, then her left leg, and pulled them apart. Oh, so this driver still wanted to drop us off on the street; it seemed he didn't really intend to peek at my girlfriend's underwear.
After the driver pulled a couple of times, my girlfriend's body had moved a third of the way out of the car, meaning both her legs were pulled out. My heart was pounding. Hehe, now he couldn't help but see my girlfriend's underwear. Apparently, when he pulled her a couple of times, my girlfriend's skirt stayed on the seat, but her lower body was pulled out, and the skirt ended up all the way up to her waist.
I squinted, and in the dim light of the streetlights and car headlights, my girlfriend's two bare, slender thighs were completely exposed, beautiful and alluring. Her small silk thong revealed glimpses of dark, soft hair beneath. Even I, just looking at her, felt my penis swell; the driver, though in his forties or fifties, had a prominent bulge in his trousers.
My girlfriend, however, remained sound asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that this stranger, the driver, could see her smooth thighs and alluring panties so clearly.
I noticed the driver's hands were trembling slightly, I couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. He lowered my girlfriend's legs, both of them dangling outside the car. He swallowed a few times, then stuck his head into the car to look at me—I was, of course, "sleeping" too! I'm really good at pretending to be asleep; I didn't move a muscle or blink.
He took a deep breath and moved my girlfriend's left leg a little further out, opening her legs. His left hand slowly moved between her legs, and a thought flashed through my mind: he wanted to touch my girlfriend's vagina! I secretly cheered, but I was also nervous for him. His hand hovered in the air for over ten seconds before gently pressing down on the dark pubic hair on my girlfriend's underwear...
Huff, huff, huff, my girlfriend didn't react. The driver wasn't as nervous as before. His middle finger moved down, slowly, and my girlfriend continued to breathe evenly, lost in her reverie. Damn, what kind of girl is this lewd, letting other men fondle her vagina without any reaction?
The driver's finger stopped between my girlfriend's legs, then suddenly pressed down hard. My girlfriend immediately let out an "Oh," and her whole body trembled. I was startled. This driver was incredibly audacious. What if he woke my girlfriend up like this? But my girlfriend didn't wake up; she turned her head away and drifted off to sleep again.
The driver was overjoyed and muttered to himself, "Damn, I've hit the jackpot today. Such a beautiful girl is so drunk. Heaven is on my side..." Then came another long string of incomprehensible words.
As he spoke, he pressed his fingers between my girlfriend's legs again, and she made another "Oh... um... hmm..." sound. This time, he was bolder. Since she hadn't woken up when he did that before, he figured he might as well touch her a few more times, so he started touching her crotch.
My girlfriend, in her drunken stupor, was completely unaware of what was happening, only slightly moving her head, softly moaning through her mouth and nostrils, emitting a low, seductive groan. Her smooth, bare legs swayed gently in front of the lecherous driver. Not to mention this kind of lecherous man, even a normally modest gentleman might not be able to resist such beauty.
The driver was even happier. I could tell he was incredibly excited; the veins on his forehead were bulging. He was still muttering to himself, "Damn her stinky pussy, so beautiful and slutty, tonight's a real stunner..."
As he spoke, his fingers were constantly on the move, caressing the tender flesh between my girlfriend's legs. After a while, he went a step further, hooking his fingers around the edge of her panties and pulling them from right to left. Wow! My girlfriend's pubic hair was completely exposed. Damn it, from my angle I could only see the soft pubic hair, but the driver must have seen her vagina clearly.
I saw his eyes were a little red, greedily staring at my girlfriend's vulva, his face looking somewhat fierce. He then forced his right fingers between my girlfriend's legs.
"Mmm... Oh!" My girlfriend let out a soft moan this time, her whole body trembling, her legs twitching slightly. My heart pounded in my chest, and the driver quickly withdrew his hand. He seemed startled by my girlfriend's moan; although it wasn't loud, it still sounded a bit jarring on the quiet street.
The driver stood blankly outside the car door for a minute, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that my girlfriend hadn't moved and was once again soundly asleep. I looked at my beloved girlfriend lying stiffly on the back seat of the taxi. Her short dress had rolled up to her stomach when she had moved, and her body below the stomach was completely naked in front of the driver, except for her underwear which had been pulled up. I was anxious, not because my girlfriend was so exposed, but because I hoped this lecherous old man would humiliate my lovely girlfriend.
But the driver seemed to have something to worry about; he grabbed my girlfriend's legs, pushed her into the car, and closed the door. I was a little disappointed. This driver was lecherous, but he lacked the guts.
The driver returned to his seat, and I really didn't know what he was thinking. He had just wasted such a good opportunity; what a pity. My desire to humiliate my girlfriend wasn't satisfied. I thought, since my girlfriend was so drunk, I should at least let this lecherous driver see her two large breasts that I was so proud of! So I secretly reached behind my girlfriend and unhooked her bra, then pulled her dress up a little more. Hehe, if I did this, when the driver came to drag my girlfriend out of the car, he'd definitely see her big, round, and tender breasts, and maybe even take the opportunity to touch them a couple of times. Wahaha, so satisfying! (Wahaha, isn't that great?)
The driver suddenly started the taxi. I was a little confused, but luckily he kept talking to himself, revealing his plan: "I can't just mess around in these streets and alleys... let's find a better place to come back..." He was speaking to himself, so it wasn't very loud; I could only hear the key points, not the whole sentence.
The taxi slowly moved forward and saw a small alley with just enough space for one car. During the day, this was where those small repair shops encroached on the land, so he immediately reversed the car into this illegally modified garage. It was pitch black inside, but with the dim light from outside the garage, I could still see the surroundings: a few repair tools, and some diesel oil stains on the walls and floor.
Damn, this place was definitely more secluded. The lecherous driver hurriedly got out of the car, opened the back door on my girlfriend's side again, pulled my girlfriend's two smooth thighs out of the car again, and then picked her up by the waist. My girlfriend was easy to lift because of her slender waist and light figure, so the driver carried her out of the car, walked to the back of the car, and placed her on the trunk lid.
The red light on the back of the taxi was on, a stop signal, but now it illuminated my girlfriend's body in the darkness. She looked even more alluring in the red light. She was leaning against the hood, her dress drooping down again, thwarting my plan to expose her breasts.
But when the driver walked behind my girlfriend, my heart pounded with excitement. I knew my girlfriend was about to be severely humiliated, and as her boyfriend, was it too much for me to just stand by and watch this lecherous driver abuse her without intervening?
The driver lifted my girlfriend's skirt up to her waist again and pulled down her panties. I was actually conflicted. Although I wanted to see my girlfriend being violated, I felt a pang of heartache every time. My girlfriend was so cute, innocent, and beautiful; every inch of her alluring skin should belong to me. To be violated by other men who were like beasts was indescribably painful. But this pain also stirred up an unnamed excitement within me, spreading to every cell in my body.
The driver pulled out his penis. Damn, it was quite large! I thought he might not be very capable at his age, but that penis completely changed my mind. It was thick, strong, black, and long, with intertwined old tree roots on it. It was even thicker than mine, and it looked even more hideous under the red light.
He walked behind my girlfriend. From my angle, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew her vagina must be wet. She's a very sensitive girl, and after this lecherous old man had touched and prodded her, it must be wet.
My heart was pounding as I waited for the moment when this lecherous driver would rape my girlfriend. My girlfriend was still obediently lying on the trunk lid, her eyes closed, her face flushed, completely unaware that someone was about to assault her. The driver spread her two fair thighs apart from behind, and then his hand groped her crotch. My girlfriend's cheeks flushed, her whole body trembled, and she made moaning sounds from her nostrils. A moment later, I heard the squelching sound of wetness rubbing together. I guessed right; my girlfriend was incredibly sensitive. Even a few touches from a man were enough to make her vagina gush with fluid.
I saw the driver's muscular waist thrust hard into my girlfriend's rear. My girlfriend cried out, "Ah!" and her whole body trembled on the hood like she'd been electrocuted. I heard a "splat!"—wow! The lecherous driver had already penetrated my girlfriend's vagina, and he continued thrusting. It was hard to imagine how his thick, black penis managed to fit into my girlfriend's warm, wet little hole. My girlfriend's pussy is very tight, but also very elastic. It must have been tightly gripping the driver's penis. No wonder he looked so happy. Damn! I'm so cheap, enjoying having a girlfriend for anyone to use!
Because my girlfriend was lying on the trunk lid, I could only see her upper body. I could only see her very elastic ass. The driver's thick waist slammed into her ass, and her ass bounced him back. Having sex with my girlfriend from behind was a double pleasure.
At first, the driver just held my girlfriend's slender waist and thrust hard between her thighs, making her moan louder and louder, her body twisting and turning in rhythm with his thrusts. At this point, the driver started paying attention to her upper body. He saw the zipper at the back of her short dress and pulled it down in one go, revealing my girlfriend's smooth, jade-like back. He then pulled the dress open to the sides and began to peel it off her shoulders. Damn it, it was like peeling a tender bamboo shoot. My girlfriend's beautiful body was stripped out of the dress. The driver pulled the dress down, along with her bra, up to her slender waist. At this point, my girlfriend's entire upper body was exposed, her two large breasts pressed limply against the hood of the car.
Unable to reach my girlfriend's cute, firm breasts, the driver turned her over and laid her on the hood of the car. I could see her breasts jiggling in the air as he thrust into her. After a couple of touches, he began to roughly knead and squeeze her soft breasts, almost deforming them. Damn it, wasn't fucking my girlfriend enough? Did he have to play with her like this?
The driver still wasn't satisfied, so he bent down and licked her two bright red nipples, then gently bit and sucked on them. My girlfriend's nipples were so tender, they couldn't withstand such lewd teasing. She couldn't help but moan softly, but it was a moaning sound, and any man who heard it would want to have sex with her.
The driver lifted my girlfriend's long, slender legs, then thrust his thick, fleshy waist straight into her crotch. He moved his hips up and down, pounding his hard, thick penis in and out of her moist little hole. My girlfriend was being raped to the point of multiple orgasms, her little hole probably overflowing with lustful fluids, making "splat...squeak...tsk tsk tsk..." sounds. He was fucking her until her whole body writhed, her beautiful hair scattered all over the hood.
Damn it, my girlfriend was being fucked like this by a man, and she was still in a daze? Just as I thought this, my girlfriend suddenly seemed to slowly wake up. She was moaning and groaning, mixed with some unclear sounds: "...Don't do it anymore...who are you...ah ah..."

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