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Baby's First House Party - Epilogue

The raunchy ending you've been waiting for. I think this one can be read independently, but if you'd like to catch up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Some time later--maybe an hour? It's hard to tell--you're sitting on an unfamiliar couch in a room you don't recognize. You're leaned back against the cushions, body loose and numb and heavy. The beautiful girl you met at the party is straddling your lap. There's a cute little pink bong in her hand, smaller than the one at the party.

"Open your mouth and get ready to breathe in, sweetie." She tells you. You obey. She lights the bowl and inhales, then leans forward to press her mouth into yours, exhaling the smoke directly into your lungs. You breathe it in greedily. She keeps her mouth against yours so you don't exhale, pressing her tongue into your mouth, pressing her soft body into you. You groan in pleasure. She leans back, smiling.

"You're doing such a good job, sweetie. You deserve a reward~" she teases. She reaches for her chest and jiggles her tits gently. "How about these?"

"hu-bu...whu??" is all you manage to say. She laughs and pulls her neckline down, letting them free. You're not sure if the drool is from how drunk and high you are or just from the sheer sight of them.

"C'mon, you've been staring at them all night," she coos, pressing them together tantalizingly. "Don't tell me you don't want a taste!"

She leans forward and presses her nipple into your drunken, slack mouth. You pause in disbelief and then scramble to catch up, licking and sucking clumsily but eagerly. You've never been in this situation before, but you're not about to let it pass you by.

"Look at you, licking like an eager little puppy." She teases you again. You can't refute her. You've let this woman make you her dog, and you like it. She pulls away for a moment, and you whine. She laughs. "Don't worry, puppy. I'm just getting you a treat." She leans back and grabs the bottle of vodka off the coffee table. She presses her breast into your mouth again and you resume eagerly sucking as she unscrews the bottle.

"C'mon, puppy, open up~" she reaches her fingers into your mouth and opens it wider. Then she slowly pours vodka over her nipple and into your mouth. It's bitter and it burns, but you can't stop licking and lapping at her breast. "Eager little thing, good job." The praise makes you whine again. Your hips buck involuntarily into hers and she smiles indulgently. She pulls the bottle up after she thinks you've had enough and leans back, letting you breathe. You stare into her eyes, panting and dizzy.

"Doezsh...dish habben afta ebery party?" You ask. It seems insane that would be the case but you don't know, it's your first time. She smirks.

"No, baby, you're special." She replies.

"I'm babyyyyy~" you slur gleefully. She ruffles her hair and rocks her hips into yours, making you whine.

"Yes, you're baby. Now be a good puppy and give the other one some attention." She raises the vodka bottle to her other nipple and you obediently begin lapping and sucking, desperate for more of her tit in your mouth and swallowing as much vodka as you can. You want to impress her. As you suck and drink, she begins rocking into you rhythmically and continues talking.

"I saw you and I knew you were special. You were like a deer in the headlights, but you wanted that booze so bad. You listened so good too. You didn't even need me to corrupt you, you just needed to be shown what you are." She stops pouring again and leans back, but you follow her with your mouth until she leans too far back and you cant sit up any further and you collapse back on the sofa, too fucked up to move.

"Whaddami?" you try and ask.

"What are you? A cute little party slut like me." she replies. She grabs the bong again and presses it to your mouth. You breathe in obediently and she smiles. After you exhale, she makes you an offer.

"How about this, baby. I know you're new to this, but I think you like it, yeh?"

"Yeh I fuggin looooove it." You nod eagerly, making the room spin more. She tugs on your hair to make you to stop, forcing your hazy drunk eyes to stare into hers.

"If you promise to listen to me, to do everything I say, then it can be like this all the time, ok?"

"Yesz, yez yez" you respond, tripping over your words. You are in her thrall and you don't want to leave. Being sober, going to school...what does that matter when there's a topless woman in your lap feeding you bong hits and vodka and promising you more and more?

She smiles and runs a hand under your shirt, making you shiver and moan. "You'll have to give up a lot of other things in your life for this, puppy." She slips her hands into your pants and you groan. "The price of hedonism is...respectability, long term goals...a lot of things."

"I dondz caaaaare" you moan, bucking into her touch. "Don care. I juz wanna feel like dis. I promish I wannit...wanna...wan booze and weed and mooooore..."

She grins and sits up, looking down at her new toy. "I knew I picked right." she croons. She flicks the lighter again.

"Get ready to breathe in, sweetie. There's a long night ahead. "