That evening, Daisy drank more than Nate had ever seen her drink before. Wearing one of his long-sleeved work shirts, unbuttoned, and nothing else, she sat at the dining room table, almost swaying in her chair. Normally Nate found this sort of overt intoxication off-putting, but Daisy was a charming drunk. Mostly she giggled, and only once did she spill a bit of her wine down her front.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, pulling the fabric away from her skin. "I'm so sorry, Nate. Fuck, I hope I haven't stained it."
"It's white wine, Daisy," Nate said. "I'm sure it will be fine." But he watched intently as she tugged the shirt open, exposing her breasts. She looked down at them, then back up at him, and smiled. As he watched, she lifted one of her tits up to her mouth and began to lick the wine off her skin. If she hadn't been so drunk, it might have been seductive. Even so, her clumsy efforts made his cock begin to harden when she sucked her fat nipple into her mouth.
"Don't start something you can't finish," Nate warned softly. With her nipple between her teeth, Daisy only giggled. She licked and sucked the wine from her other tit, then leaned back in her chair, the shirt hanging open, curtaining her tits.
"Who says I can't finish it?" Daisy said then, and Nate watched as she spread her thighs, exposing the bulging pink flesh in between. Her fingers slid down her flat stomach and over her mound, dipping in between her lips. Nate could see from where he sat the excessive wetness beginning to leak out onto the chair beneath her. Again Daisy giggled as she began to stroke her clit with her fingertips, using both hands to pleasure herself.
"Get upstairs," Nate ordered her in the same stern, commanding tone. Daisy smiled at him and stood up. She swayed a little, but managed to get out from around the table and to the doorway of the dining room where she turned, leaning heavily against the frame, to look back at him over her shoulder.
"You coming?" she asked, before climbing the stairs up the bedroom.
Nate cleared the table quickly, putting the dishes in the sink and grabbing another beer for himself. He popped the top and took a swig. He had fucked this girl only a few hours before, but he wanted her again. How could he help himself when she acted like this?
When he entered the bedroom, he found the beautiful blonde sprawled out on the bed, asleep. She had fallen onto the bed face-down and was snoring softly among the pillows. Nate approached the bed slowly, appreciating her small form beneath the oversized shirt she wore. He reached down and pulled the shirt up over the curve of her ass. Her skin was so smooth and perfect, those rounded globes delineated by the deep crack between them. Nate reached out and pulled her right leg further out, exposing her pussy. Daisy didn't stir.
Nate sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. She was swollen, no doubt from fucking herself earlier and the fucking he had given her afterwards. The liquid trickling out of those thick folds was no doubt partly his own cum, which he had deposited in her earlier. Her cunt was so fat it had a tendency to trap liquid inside her. Nate reached down and spread her labia with his thumb, admiring the deep pink of the flesh in between. A little stream of liquid leaked out onto the sheet beneath her. Still, Daisy didn't wake.
With his other hand, Nate reached down and slid a finger into Daisy's exposed hole. She was swollen inside as well as out, and he had to work to get inside her, even with the added lubrication. He had done this a number of times before, but the idea that she was asleep turned him on. He began to slide his finger in and out of her slick, tight cunt. She didn't move, although Nate thought he heard a soft sigh. He released her labia and found her stiffened clit with his fingers. He stroked it gently, then more insistently. Her legs began to shake, but still she didn't wake up.