Had a little too much fun last night. My friends and I went to the bar where, Adam the bartender I flirt with works. He made our drinks extra strong and gave us way too many free shots. I can't remember the last time I was that drunk.

Instead of going home like a good girl I had my sober friend drop me off Jack's place. I banged on the door until he opened it. I told him I needed to get fucked. I left him standing in the doorway as I walked to his bedroom. I stripped my clothes off and threw them on the ground on the way there.

He joined me on the bed and we made out for about thirty seconds. At this point I told him "I want you to use me. I'll do anything for you." He didn't tell me to do anything but I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I crawled underneath him and partially pushed his sweatpants down. I put his cock in my mouth and went to work. I ordered him to fuck my mouth. When he came close to cumming I removed him from mouth. I ordered him to cum on my face. He did and even managed to keep it out of my eyes.

He got on his knees while I wiped my face off and started to eat me. I think I stained the sheets with my dampness. He was doing an excellent job I started to feel like I was going to cum, but before I could I passed out.

We woke up this morning and while I laid in bed he got me huge glass of water and a cup of coffee. He filled in the hazy spots of the night. I told him I usually didn't act like that and he found it kind of funny. He said I didn't have to apologize. He enjoyed the night.

Time for me to start getting ready again. Another night of drinking ahead. Adam made me promise that I would come back to the bar tonight to watch the SuperBowl. I could careless about the Superbowl but I can't wait to see Adam again. I know I'm so bad but it's just harmless flirting.