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drunkgirllover · 3 days ago

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Passenger Princess

A darling baby girl brat gets messier and messier during a road trip. Fair warning, this one turned out really long.

Contains: fauxcest, age gap play, feeding, piss, weed and alcohol intox.

When you first leave on your road trip, your bratty daughter-girlfriend is cocky. She knows she’s going to be a passenger princess the whole time, and she’s decided to lean into the princess part. She’s in the passenger seat with her feet on the dash, in a miniskirt and tiny tank top. It’s obvious she didn’t bother with a bra and you suspect she didn’t bother with panties either. She’s grinning, almost predatorily, in anticipation of the trip. Her eyes are red—she must have gotten high while you were packing the car.

When you climb in, she reaches towards you and makes grabby hands. “Mom!~” she sing-songs at you. “You promised treats for this trip!”

“We haven’t even left yet.” You reply, settling into the passenger seat.

“But mooooom…” she whines and pouts. She crosses her arms under her tits to push them up. It’s a classic move, but it works. You sign and reach behind your seat, where you’ve positioned a packed cooler. You grab a six pack of beer and plop it into her lap.

“Drink up.” You order, then pull out of the driveway. She happily obliges, popping open the first can with a cheerful hum and leaning back in her seat to chug it. She rubs her legs together as she drinks. When the can is finished, she crushes it and tosses it onto the floor boards before popping the next one.

45 minutes later, four of the beers are gone, and your darling baby girl is rosy faced and giggly and you pull into the first drive-thru. She squirms as you order for her: two extra large cheese burger meals with coke, two fried chicken sandwiches, and twenty chicken nuggets. Not as much as you usually get, but you’re gonna be on the road for a while.

“I want ice cream too mom!” She whines. She’s tipsy enough to pull down her top slowly as she whines out a “Pleeeeeease…”

You sigh and add an extra large chocolate shake to the order. She giggles and squeals and grabs her tits about it. You consider not reminding her to pull her top back up before you get to the window, but decide you don’t want to share. Once all the food has been handed over, you pull into the parking lot to make sure your princess’s food is just to her taste.

You rummage in your purse for a bottle of rum and dump a few shots into each cup of coke. “Rum and coke, rum and coke~” your daughter chants as she grabs the first one and begins to suck it down. You add THC oil to the milkshake. You stack the sandwiches on the dash and put the nuggets on the center console for easy reach, then dump the two cups of fries into the bag for easy grabbing. Then you’re back on the road.

An hour later, all the food and the two remaining beers are gone. You have about an hour before the milkshake hits, and the anticipation is making your pussy flood as you drive. Your baby is suckling on the second enormous rum and coke like it’s one of your tits. “Mama, I gotta piss.” She whines between sips.

You pull over on the side of the road. There’s wilderness all around you. She splutters. “Mom, there’s no bathroom here!”

“So?” You respond, putting the car in park. “You’ve gotta piss. So go piss.” She sits quietly for a moment, looking like she wants to argue. “There’s no one around.” You observe. Finally, she climbs out of the car, grumbling. You climb out as well.

She’s unsteady on her feet as she meanders to the brush on the side of the road. She squats, then peers around to confirm you’re alone, and sees you watching. She blushes. “Mom, don’t watch me piss!” She yells. You laugh.

“Like I haven’t watched you piss a million times.” You reply. “Last time you got drunk, I watched you piss all over my garden. And how long ago was that?”

“I dunno…” she mumbles and lowers her head, chastened.

“Two nights ago, princess. So don’t act high and mighty now.” You walk over to where she is and stand behind her. “Go on. Piss.” You order.

She’s bright red now, still squatting. “I can’t with you there! Leave me alone!”

You laugh again. “Liar.” You reply. You lean over and reach out a hand, pressing her food-swollen belly against her bladder. She squeaks.

“C’mon, baby, you said you had to piss.” You say, pushing harder. “Be a good girl now…”

Finally, she can’t put up with the pressure and a burst of piss splashes onto the ground, followed by a steady stream. You pet her hair and coo as she empties her bladder onto the open dirt. She won’t look at you, but you can see her legs shaking with arousal, and you smile privately. When she’s done, you give her wipes from the trunk before settling back into the car. Her side is already full of empty cans and fast food wrappers, but you want to see how high you can get the pile of trash before the trip is over. You push the mostly full rum and coke into her hands.

“Finish that up, there’s another town coming up soon and you need to eat, sweetie.” You command.

“But mom, I’m not hungry yet.” She rolls her eyes and starts nursing her rum and coke again.

You reach into the glove box and grab a vape pen, handing it to her. “So fix that.” You reply. You pull back onto the road as she begins hitting the pen, a smug smile on her face as the clouds wash over her.

An hour later, you’re pulling into the next town. By now the second rum and coke is gone. The THC milkshake and the pen have done their work. Your beloved daughter is staring glassy-eyed out the windshield, pinching her hardened nipples in between hits of the pen. You’re not sure she realizes she’s doing it. It’s adorable. She has such a hard time keeping her tits in her shirt when she’s high.

“Baby,” you say, “do you want to eat now?”

She comes back to reality slowly. “Mom…” she murmurs, eyes focusing. “I’m like…soooo fucking hungry oh my god…I could eat like, a whole herd of chickens…”

You giggle and pull into the drive-thru of the first chicken place you see. A family sized bucket meal with extra sides and two extra large cokes are soon in your daughter’s lap—the cokes topped off with rum, of course. She begins devouring the food ravenously, ripping into chicken and barely bothering with a fork for the mac and cheese or potatoes. Her lovely belly is now on display, pushing out between her skirt and tank top. You imagine how it might look after a few more pit stops and squirm in your seat. You need to bloat it more. You reach back and pull another six pack out of the cooler, adding it to the pile in your daughter’s lap.

“Those too, baby.”

“But, mom!” She protests around the straw of her coke. “I’m gonna have to piss again!”

“So?” You reply. “It’s an order.”

She blushes and goes back to eating, popping a can to accompany her chicken. She’s gulping down two kinds of booze and pen hits on top of her food—insatiable, just like you like.

Sure enough, two hours later, when all the food beers and cokes are gone, your daughter squirms in discomfort. “Mama, godda piss…” she mumbles.

Again, you pull over to the side of the road. Your daughter stumbles and staggers out of the car, and you follow. She heads for the brush on the side of the road again, but you stop her, grabbing her hand and pulling her right up to the side of the asphalt.

“You’re pissing here. Face the road.” You command. She turns beet red.

“Mama, bud, whaddif, whaddif someone, like, drives by?” She whines, but despite her protests, she squats. You know she likes the thought of being seen, deep down. In fact…

“If someone drives by, then we’ll give them a show.” You reply. You lean down and pull down her tank top, freeing her tits. She squeals and goes to pull it up, but you grab her hands. “No. Tits out.” You command. She goes limp and you drop her, leaning over to play with her tits and whisper in her ear as she squats on the side of the road.

“Now, baby, look at that. A smashed drunk, high out of her mind, tits out princess pissing on the side of the road. Who wouldn’t want to see? They’ll be talking about you for years, darling.” You notice your baby girl’s hand slide between her legs, starting to rub, and you smile. “Pissing feels so good when you’re drunk and high, baby, you’ve told me so. No need to be embarrassed…”

Finally, she lets go. You’re so proud of your baby, pissing with her tits out while masturbating on the side of the highway. You tell her as much and she giggles and rubs herself faster. When she’s all cleaned up and back in the car, surrounded by the garbage of her indulgence, she can’t help but keep rubbing. You just put the vape pen in her hand and remind her to hit it as you drive away.

Four hours and several pit stops later, your little brat has lost all her confidence. She’s sprawled in the passenger seat, calf deep in empty cans and fast food containers, lounging in the garbage of her own hedonism. Her belly looks almost pregnant, swollen with junk food and beer. Her skirt is flipped up and her top pulled down, leaving nothing to the imagination. There’s a puddle of slick covering her thighs, and you can smell it. She can barely lift her head up. A blissed out smile is plastered on her face. She’s hiccuping, and occasionally letting out a deep burp and a moan. One hand is going back and forth between clumsy pen hits and pinching her own tits, the other lazily rubbing between her legs. This is her happiest state of being, and you never tire of seeing her happy.

It’s evening now. You pull into a rest stop. It’s your turn for the bathroom, and you won’t be putting on a show, that’s your whore daughter’s job. But as you park, she rouses, fumbling around the passenger seat to sit up.

“Gah piiishhhh!” She slurs, grabbing at the door handle. You watch, surprised, as she throws it open and spills out of it, along with a flood of empty cans and wrappers. You thought she would be too drunk to even noticed you’d stopped. She can barely stand, and tries to stagger to her feet using the door as her guide. Eventually she’s squatting as she hangs off the car door, tits and ass out, laughing uproariously.

“Ma, I’m drung!” She shouts shamelessly.

You smile indulgently. “I promised treats didn’t I?” You reply, watching the show.

Suddenly, someone is approaching. It looks like an older man—probably a trucker, drawn by the shouting. “Woah, hey there, little lady—you alright?” He calls out to your daughter. You suddenly have a wickedly good idea.

You jump out of the car. “Oh my god!” You cry, flapping your arms in faux-distress. “What are you doing!” You yell at your senselessly drunk daughter. She just giggles.

The man turns his gaze to you. “Are you with this young lady?” He asks, eyeing you up and down.

“I’m her mother.” You reply. You’re really putting your all in this, you sound like you’re about to cry. “She called me to pick her up from a party and…well, just look at the state of her!”

You both turn to look at her. She’s swaying back and forth in her squat, threatening to teeter onto her ass. She steadies herself until she can free one hand to slide between her legs and rub, in full view of the whole parking lot. It’s dark, but you aren’t far from the lights. Her slick is dripping onto the damp ground.

“Pizzing feels…*hic* shhoooo fuggin good…..” she mumbles to herself as she starts to piss beside the car. “Wanna…*hic* dring *hic* more….drunger…*hic* piss more…

“I am so sorry sir!” You cover your eyes, faking outrage and disgust at the spectacle. “I told her father that our children would need a firm hand, but he left and now it’s just the two of us, and she’s just out of control!”

She finishes pissing and leans against the side of the car, giggling and still touching herself. Blissfully gone. He just shakes his head in disbelief. “It’s just a shame what no father does to some girls.” He replies. You can see a bulge growing under his jeans. You try not to grin.

“I hate to ask, sir,” you ask, trying to sound nervous “but could you watch her for a minute? I can’t leave her alone in this state, and I just need to use the bathroom so I can get home…”

“Of course, ma’am.” He replies, not even looking at you. “Leave her to me…”

You scurry off before you can giggle and ruin the illusion.

When you get back, the man is gone—and your daughter is face down ass up hanging out of the passenger side of the car with a load of cum dripping down her leg, just like you hoped. You open the driver side door and she glances up at you, eyes blurred with substances, bliss, and lust. “Moooore…” she moans. “Needa…fugg *hic* be drunger….”

You pour some of your rum straight in her mouth. She moans happily as she swallows. She collapses back on the seat and you circle around the car, trying to figure out how you’re going to lift her bloated frame back into the seat. She’s too drunk to move now. As you dwell on this, another man approaches the car. This one is much more direct.

“Hey lady.” He says, looking not at you but your baby girl. “I’ll give you fifty bucks to have what that guy just had.”

“Sold.” You reply. “Cash up front.”

You watch him fuck your daughter and cum in her, pouring more rum in her mouth whenever she makes a sound that seems too coherent. Her belly groans and jiggles beneath her and her tits smack against it as the stranger pounds into her. He cums with a sharp cry, then just…turns and walks away. But then you hear another set of footsteps.

After the sixth man has had his way with her, there are no more takers. The last guy is nice enough to tip you and helps you load her back into the passenger seat. As you drive away, her seatbelt is barely holding up her unconscious body. Cum is leaking out of her onto the passenger seat, dripping onto the cans, bottles, and trash below.

“Who’s my good little prostitute?~” you coo. She can’t hear you. “Who’s a perfect whore? I hope one of them knocked you up, sweetie. I’m ready for you to be a pregnant milky cow slut.” Your eyes are on the road, imagining future possibilities. “If none of them did, we can always try again…” you muse.

The darkened scenery rushes by. You’ve got another hour to your motel. Then another whole day of driving tomorrow.

You love your daughter so much.

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drunkgirllover · 6 days ago

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PART ONE HERE 🔗

"mmphh... mmm... mm- mmmphhh!!"

what the fuck!? oh my god... oh my fucking god, you really got yourself into it now didn't you?

GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG

uggghhh, why the fuck did you open your eyes, you're so stupid! he's gonna go faster now, so he can get it over with, so he doesn't get caught... i love it so much i just wish i could spend more time with him... god why am i like this?

"uggghhh, please! please..."

you're remembering now. that guy at the bar, fuck, he's asking you now. don't tell him. don't let him know that you have his name, you remember it from when he handed his ID off to the bartender.

"no!!! no please, i don't know who you are i just... i don't know okay please just don't hurt me!"

you just keep fucking up, why are you fighting it? you knew what kind of guy he was just from looking at him. his messy hair, his cigarette breath, his bloodshot eyes. you knew, and you went out of your way to find out if his personality was as mean and rough around the edges as he looked. well, here you are now. don't plead for mercy now. you WANTED this.

"i'm serious i won't tell anyone i promise!! i swear, i'll- HEY! HEY, STOP!"

i should've known he was gonna try and take my anal virginity in the middle of these woods tonight, what a fucking pervert. you're not even prepared, you can't take it, he could seriously hurt you, you gotta fight it you can't do it you can't do it you can-

"FUCK! uggghhh pleaaaase stop i'm a virgin! it hurts so fucking bad i just-"

i never knew i could feel things like this. holy fuck, i'm such a whore. i'm such a disgusting whore letting this guy just drug me, drag me out here and rape me. i'm so pathetic just sitting here, taking it... but it feels so good... so, so good... what is wrong with me?

"okay! okay i'll shut up, i'm taking it... i'm taking it da-"

fuck, i didn't catch my words fast enough. more questions. am i really about to admit to my own rapist that i love this? that i want this? that i'd let him fill my asshole with every last drop of his cum right now if he wanted to, no matter how much abuse it takes for him to get there?

"i'm gonna take it... i'm gonna take it for daddy..."

oh my god the praise, he loves this too. he needed me didn't he? he just needed a pretty girl like me to beat and violate and drug. and i needed him. this is what i needed, this is who i am.

"make me take it, oh my goddddd make me take it daddy! make me take your big hard rapist cock, fill me pleaseeeee!"

i can't believe this is fucking happening... oh my god he's gonna do it, he's gonna fucking cum i can feel him twitching inside of me...

"yes, yes, yes, yesssss fuck! FUCK!"

holy shit it's so much...

"mmmmm it feels so good... thank you daddy... thank you for raping my ass... i needed it so bad..."

that was the best thing that's ever happened to me. fuck, so unfortunate i can't tell a soul what he did. i wish i could. i wish i could tell everyone i kno-

"HEY! HEY WHAT THE FU- OW! STOP IT LET ME GO I DID WHAT YOU WANTED, I DID IT! I DID IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BRAT!"

SMACK!

"no one can hear you out here! NOBODY! you're coming with me. you're mine now. i'm locking you up in daddy's basement and raping you forever. but before i can do that, i gotta get you in that fucking car, so stand still and let daddy help you get taped up. let daddy take care of you..."

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